HOTARU
Hotaru's lips twitch in further amusement at Oia's approval, charmed by her succinct mannerisms and the fact she has somehow managed to at least partially catch her by surprise.
Though she knows the girl is only curious, her ensuing questions summon a feeling of loss in her very soul. A yawning chasm where Raeden should be. Where she should have always been, intertwined forever with Hotaru the way they'd been brought into the world. She misses her twin as much as her children, still wakes up with Raeden's name on her lips and sheets tangled around her legs, reaching for someone who isn't there. Hotaru doesn't hold these feelings against Oia, couldn't bare to when she is innocent in such an odd way, but it aches nonetheless. It will always ache.
"No...I arrived alone. But it's an intriguing question, why twins may be targeted." One she can't help but be curious about herself. A damnable, miserably weak part of herself flickering hopefully, wondering if perhaps she can pull Raeden here somehow. But what if she pulled her from a good life? From her own kids? Hotaru would never be able to forgive herself for that selfishness.
The god's name makes her stir, though she holds her tongue. Demigods then. She certainly has some experience with those, with their half-mortal campaigns and dedications. She can't claim to understand it, too broken by the gods (except her own, her Lady swathed in starlight and the void of darkness) to ever be devoted to their plots. "It's not something easily put to words," she admits. "You seek confident in who you are and where you fit in the world. A grand scheme kind of girl. Unbothered by the little things, the drama we all mire ourselves in." Here she laughs softly, well aware she is too invested in such dramatics to ever really break free.
Though she knows the girl is only curious, her ensuing questions summon a feeling of loss in her very soul. A yawning chasm where Raeden should be. Where she should have always been, intertwined forever with Hotaru the way they'd been brought into the world. She misses her twin as much as her children, still wakes up with Raeden's name on her lips and sheets tangled around her legs, reaching for someone who isn't there. Hotaru doesn't hold these feelings against Oia, couldn't bare to when she is innocent in such an odd way, but it aches nonetheless. It will always ache.
"No...I arrived alone. But it's an intriguing question, why twins may be targeted." One she can't help but be curious about herself. A damnable, miserably weak part of herself flickering hopefully, wondering if perhaps she can pull Raeden here somehow. But what if she pulled her from a good life? From her own kids? Hotaru would never be able to forgive herself for that selfishness.
The god's name makes her stir, though she holds her tongue. Demigods then. She certainly has some experience with those, with their half-mortal campaigns and dedications. She can't claim to understand it, too broken by the gods (except her own, her Lady swathed in starlight and the void of darkness) to ever be devoted to their plots. "It's not something easily put to words," she admits. "You seek confident in who you are and where you fit in the world. A grand scheme kind of girl. Unbothered by the little things, the drama we all mire ourselves in." Here she laughs softly, well aware she is too invested in such dramatics to ever really break free.
she would burn down your kingdoms
herself with it
if it meant your ruin
