eyes on fire, you are the unforecasted storm
Such open and unfettered expressions are rare on Deimos, even in Hotaru's presence, and in the wake of happy nuptials she begins to wonder and titter within her own head, ideas abound until he lays it all clear. Hotaru gapes like a fool, mouth open and eyes wide, comically arrested by the information and left stunned stupid and silent. Her throat tries to work for a few long seconds, failing at every turn. Instead, some rough noise comes out of her and she loops one arm around his neck from where he is bent near her ear to drag him close and hug him tight.
Her eyes burn, lashes coated liberally with salt within moments. And though she has all the reason in the world to envy, resent, or ache, there is only joy for him to see and feel should he peer past the skin. Bittersweet only in the sense of respect and acknowledgment of all he has suffered to get here, and how happy she is to see him grasp it with both hands when sometimes she never thought they'd make it out of their darkest hours.
"Oh my g-gods," her voice warbles wetly, free hand coming up to briefly press at the back of his nape while the other splays between his shoulderblades. "Gods! Oh I'm so happy for you, I'm so - so -" and he should be the one emotional, she scolds herself, but she finds herself a wreck in this moment. Maternal to her very fibers, as devoted to him as any sister could be, and torn asunder with how fiercely she feels on his behalf to see all of that come together and shine the way she's always wanted to see.
Pulling away, she wipes pitifully at her eyes, trying to regain some measure of composure. "How - how far along is she?" And for a moment, just one single moment, she regrets the timing of her acceptance to become Frey's for the way it strips her of her healing touches, even if Evie certainly doesn't need it. It would have been an honor to fill some sort of nurse or midwife role. Instead, she will just have to be the best aunt she can possibly conceive of being.
Her eyes burn, lashes coated liberally with salt within moments. And though she has all the reason in the world to envy, resent, or ache, there is only joy for him to see and feel should he peer past the skin. Bittersweet only in the sense of respect and acknowledgment of all he has suffered to get here, and how happy she is to see him grasp it with both hands when sometimes she never thought they'd make it out of their darkest hours.
"Oh my g-gods," her voice warbles wetly, free hand coming up to briefly press at the back of his nape while the other splays between his shoulderblades. "Gods! Oh I'm so happy for you, I'm so - so -" and he should be the one emotional, she scolds herself, but she finds herself a wreck in this moment. Maternal to her very fibers, as devoted to him as any sister could be, and torn asunder with how fiercely she feels on his behalf to see all of that come together and shine the way she's always wanted to see.
Pulling away, she wipes pitifully at her eyes, trying to regain some measure of composure. "How - how far along is she?" And for a moment, just one single moment, she regrets the timing of her acceptance to become Frey's for the way it strips her of her healing touches, even if Evie certainly doesn't need it. It would have been an honor to fill some sort of nurse or midwife role. Instead, she will just have to be the best aunt she can possibly conceive of being.
the Valkyrie
