HOTARU
Hotaru pauses at Rexanna's firm words, unable to look her in the eyes as her doubts rear their head. "Am I worth that?" she asks softly. "Is there anything left in me, after the damage they left behind?" Part of her, small and hurt but still hopeful, whispers yes. The rest is an echoing, pervasive silence. A numbness that she can't face after too many betrayals and abandonments. But if Rexanna could do it, could find love in Bastien, maybe there was hope left for her? If anyone could see past her guard, her machinations and manipulations. Could see even further past the damaged parts, the fear and distrust. Maybe then. But it seemed like a one in a million chance, and getting her hopes up would only end in pain. A gasp of salacious despair - and oh what a combo that is - escapes her as she turns further in Rexanna's grip until the pair are nearly face to face with how Hotaru keeps twisting in her hold. "Can you at least have sex?" What a travesty! Hotaru had learned about the human ways of copulation in her slapdash portal journey and personally would have been devasted to not experience the fullness of the act now that she finally had the body for it. Then again, perhaps the bite and its sensations were pleasing enough to Rexanna that she did not miss it. But what about intimacy? The foreplay, the gentle touches? Surely she missed that?
Hotaru doesn't ask about the kids that Rexanna references. She knows it's not a topic either of them are ready for, knows how they both feel about Rexanna's parenting from mere minutes ago in their conversation. If ever Rexanna feels the need, and if Hotaru ever finds a worthy partner whom she loves, perhaps more children will be brought into the world for the pair of them to enjoy. Until then, there is no pressure for either of them, and Hotaru vows to keep it that way.
Instead, she revels in the laughter that comes easily from her lungs, imagining the look on Deimos' face when he realizes the Harpy, the Penumbra, and the Valkyrie are all united once more. The poor man had been through so much, but she still intends to give him grief even so. If she didn't get a break then neither did he!
Hotaru turns further, until her face is pressed to Rexanna's throat as her sister rests her head upon Hotaru's golden hair. Breathes softly, slowly, and revels in the simplistic vows they have exchanged. It is the only confirmation she needs that she belongs. That she can build a new life here.
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
