HOTARU
Hotaru falls quiet under Rexanna's firm belief, simultaneously shaken and supported by the surety of her words. She squeezes the hand she holds, staring into the dark, the vague shapes that dance in her subpar vision. Rexanna is the embodiment of her faith, her courage, and already she can feel the sputterings of her flames rekindling on stubborn coals. "We just don't know how to quit when we get kicked down, do we?" A soft, whispered confession. A reality that weighs heavy on her soul. There is no rest, no giving up. It's not in their nature, no matter how many scars find their way onto their spirits. As she turns, bridge of her nose firmly against Rexanna's throat, she feels the vibrations of her chuckle and the words that follow. Urging her into Morpheus' arms, the stroking of her fingers through Hotaru's golden hair soothing in the absence of a heartbeat for her to listen to. "Goodnight, beloved." It's easy enough to slip off in her arms, home at last.
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
