REXANNA
Despite Hotaru’s fears and worries, Rexanna believes entirely that her sister deserves the best out of anything anyone can give her. And the Penumbra will be sure to ensure it should someone come along. But for the following question, all she can do is stroke her hair gently, a gentle comfort of their proximity, the gentleness of her touch, the hope and happiness lifted within such a soft gesture. “There is… Because you will rebuild it.” She says softly, but determined. Because she, too, had rebuilt after the many times she’d broken.
And if she could do it, she has no doubt within her that Hotaru can do the same.
But she smiles gently down to Hotaru as the question raises in the air between them, a puff of a sound but no air to accompany it, leaves her with a smirk. “Sort of.” There’s a light shrug in response before she gives her sister a slightly roguish look, a fanged smirk as if to say ‘with these bad boys’, but that’s about as far as she goes before she snuggles into the embrace of her sister, the face that brushes up against the column of her throat, and the Penumbra rests her head softly and gently along the blond tresses of Hotaru – home at last, home with them.
“You should try to sleep.” She says quietly after a moment, her own sapphire eyes shut as she runs her usual scans in place of sleeping. A slight comfort of normalcy despite the oddly… Not normal night. She only hopes it gets easier for Hotaru as the days wear on.
And if she could do it, she has no doubt within her that Hotaru can do the same.
But she smiles gently down to Hotaru as the question raises in the air between them, a puff of a sound but no air to accompany it, leaves her with a smirk. “Sort of.” There’s a light shrug in response before she gives her sister a slightly roguish look, a fanged smirk as if to say ‘with these bad boys’, but that’s about as far as she goes before she snuggles into the embrace of her sister, the face that brushes up against the column of her throat, and the Penumbra rests her head softly and gently along the blond tresses of Hotaru – home at last, home with them.
“You should try to sleep.” She says quietly after a moment, her own sapphire eyes shut as she runs her usual scans in place of sleeping. A slight comfort of normalcy despite the oddly… Not normal night. She only hopes it gets easier for Hotaru as the days wear on.
until the lambs
have become
lions
