REXANNA
If Hotaru had shared her woes with Rexanna, she would have absolutely agreed. Somebody should have worshipped her, the ground she walked on, rather than mocking and teasing. It was fun for a time, but after awhile all it did was drain over and over again, and eventually grow into self-conscious thoughts. And that was the last thing she wanted for her sister. Regardless of who it came from. Still, she nods in response, her own quiet hum of laughter leaving her lips in agreement. “Men.” She shrugs as she holds Hotaru. “You deserve someone who can give you the world.” She says softly, nothing but truth lining her words.
Luckily, she manages to lighten the mood, and she smirks to Hotaru in response. “Well, you can. I’m afraid that’s no longer an option for me.” She admits, but there’s no sadness to it. Not with Bastien’s realization, of knowing how important it was to her at one point, of how she might want to try again, and having already gone to the Voice to see what her goddess could do for them. It was an effort she appreciated more than she could put into words.
And even if she didn’t have kids, if Hotaru wanted to, she’d be the best aunt she could be. Exactly how the Valkyrie was to the Penumbra’s own children. A second mother, who was there when she could not. How it should be.
Still, she barks a laugh at the mention of Deimos, a nod in agreement. “Oh I think he needs to worry more about trying to get rid of us rather than the opposite.” She nods her head in agreement as if to settle the point. The poor ex-Reaper turned Sword would have one hell of a handful with her and Hotaru back together. She wonders what he’ll make of it, of all of it. But there’s nothing else to say in the matter, nothing else to think until it happens, and she pulls her sister in tight to her – fingers tangling in the blonde of her hair as she buries her face into the Penumbra’s neck.
She holds her as tightly as Hotaru will allow, snuggling and nuzzling her in agreement. “Me neither.” She agrees softly, resting her cheek against the top of Hotaru’s head.
Luckily, she manages to lighten the mood, and she smirks to Hotaru in response. “Well, you can. I’m afraid that’s no longer an option for me.” She admits, but there’s no sadness to it. Not with Bastien’s realization, of knowing how important it was to her at one point, of how she might want to try again, and having already gone to the Voice to see what her goddess could do for them. It was an effort she appreciated more than she could put into words.
And even if she didn’t have kids, if Hotaru wanted to, she’d be the best aunt she could be. Exactly how the Valkyrie was to the Penumbra’s own children. A second mother, who was there when she could not. How it should be.
Still, she barks a laugh at the mention of Deimos, a nod in agreement. “Oh I think he needs to worry more about trying to get rid of us rather than the opposite.” She nods her head in agreement as if to settle the point. The poor ex-Reaper turned Sword would have one hell of a handful with her and Hotaru back together. She wonders what he’ll make of it, of all of it. But there’s nothing else to say in the matter, nothing else to think until it happens, and she pulls her sister in tight to her – fingers tangling in the blonde of her hair as she buries her face into the Penumbra’s neck.
She holds her as tightly as Hotaru will allow, snuggling and nuzzling her in agreement. “Me neither.” She agrees softly, resting her cheek against the top of Hotaru’s head.
until the lambs
have become
lions
