HOTARU
The laugh that escapes her at the mention of her last lover's name is hollow, bitter. "Beastly is certainly a good descriptor for him," she agrees. She had loved him, loved all of them, and they had all left her. Over, and over, and over again. Perhaps the last time had not been a departure of choice, but it did not erase the fact that age and distance had clarified her feelings on the matter. Aware that she deserved better, even if she did not always put much worth in herself. His mockery, even when combated by her own, should never have been so prevalent in their relationship. She should not have had to give up so much for him, to wreck herself upon his shores to convince him of her love. Hotaru should never have had to bend her knee and bare her neck to stroke his ego, to make him give her a chance. Not when he had supposedly seen her as an equal all those years. "I don't regret them, though I do regret entangling myself with that stupid, stupid man."It's just another grief, another burden that shatters her spine and squeezes her insides as she clings tightly to Rexanna. Until the wave finally passes, the storm clears, and she is left with an empty space on which to build once more. A new beginning, a fresh start, one that Rexanna is privy to. And when the tears dry sticky on her cheeks, and her breaths smooth out, Hotaru finds herself smiling freely. The grief will always stay in her chest, a weight to carry for the rest of her days, but time - and love, support, friendship - heals all wounds.
"The little boys can stay, and we can just use men for procreation purposes," she agrees with a vixen's grin, pleased with this hypothetical lifestyle. Why hadn't they made an all-female herdland? Gods knew it would have been a much more stable life if they had simply banned all men from the start. "Except Deimos. He can stay." A wink accompanies the promise, cheeks sore from the strength of her grin. The single man allowed in their little slice of paradise.
As Rexanna pulls her closer she turns into it, tilts her head to bury her face in the coolness of her sister's collarbone, allowing herself to be squeezed as tight as desired. "Thank you," Hotaru whispers, lips brushing against the skin she presses herself so tightly against. "I'd want nobody else."
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
