Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes
We are the ones who don't slow down at all
We are the ones who don't slow down at all
She has been here longer than she had initially expected, but until someone breaks the tremulous peace, she will indulge in a night of socialization she hasn't had since well before the war. Though she has had all of one small drink the energy of the night sings like lightning in her veins. Perhaps Flora had been right, that Ru was hiding in Halo with her students and her magic, working instead of living. Healing, but not thriving. She almost feels like her old self again.
Gracefully extricating herself from the friendlier faces she has found and flitted between throughout the night, Hotaru takes a glass of wine and holds it with both hands, breathing slowly. It's okay to have it, and she can trust herself with it. She can.
Letting her eyes float around the room - failing to lie to herself that she isn't searching for someone - her gaze catches on Sunjata, who she had seen speaking with Ronin earlier and given a wide berth. Tilting her head towards the side door subtly, knowing he will read her intentions as he always has, the Valkyrie excuses herself with a charming smile and sweeps out into the open air. It brushes against her liberally bared skin like a cool kiss. Impressive considering the summer wind is still warm, but the bar was packed to the brim and therefore nearly sweltering. Out here, with the tide and the stars, her heart feels more vulnerable with longing and memories - but at least her head is clearer.
When Sunjata joins her, she hears him coming from behind and turns her head over her shoulder, brows drawing slightly together. The way he had worded his request had concerned her. "Is everything okay?" Too accustomed now to preparing for the worst; hearing out requests, having news broken of lost lives, any number of difficult topics that would warrant a necessity for conversation over a preference.
Gracefully extricating herself from the friendlier faces she has found and flitted between throughout the night, Hotaru takes a glass of wine and holds it with both hands, breathing slowly. It's okay to have it, and she can trust herself with it. She can.
Letting her eyes float around the room - failing to lie to herself that she isn't searching for someone - her gaze catches on Sunjata, who she had seen speaking with Ronin earlier and given a wide berth. Tilting her head towards the side door subtly, knowing he will read her intentions as he always has, the Valkyrie excuses herself with a charming smile and sweeps out into the open air. It brushes against her liberally bared skin like a cool kiss. Impressive considering the summer wind is still warm, but the bar was packed to the brim and therefore nearly sweltering. Out here, with the tide and the stars, her heart feels more vulnerable with longing and memories - but at least her head is clearer.
When Sunjata joins her, she hears him coming from behind and turns her head over her shoulder, brows drawing slightly together. The way he had worded his request had concerned her. "Is everything okay?" Too accustomed now to preparing for the worst; hearing out requests, having news broken of lost lives, any number of difficult topics that would warrant a necessity for conversation over a preference.
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
HOTARU
