HOTARU
She strides in at the edge of lateness, her newest gown shimmering in the pale light the afternoon has to offer. As beautiful and gallant as she has always been, face unreadable as she scans those gathered for this pitiful farce of a marriage. Though her emotions simmer inside - disgust, disappointment, hatred, pity - none of it shows upon her beautiful face. Hotaru gazes at the bride and groom to be, separated by significant distance and with various others attending to them with pinched brows and downward slanted lips. Rexanna has Phoebe well in hand, though Hotaru has her own notions about that and will surely speak to her sister about them before long. Her eyes fall upon Sunjata, newly freed of his most recent companion, and she strides up to him with all the intent and grace of a stalking cat. He is pitiful, and sunken far beneath her with this one childish act. Disappointing, truly. "Sunjata," she says smoothly as she approaches, regal and exuding the airs of someone looking down upon him even from her shorter stature. She doesn't bother telling him not to, trying to convince him that this is wrong or that Phoebe doesn't deserve this ridiculous kind of sacrifice. That he doesn't either, though he will never believe her when she says it. That he doesn't need to take this kind of grief upon himself just to prove something, when he is already so deserving of a break. Then her mouth twists in a wry smirk, her eyes sad where nobody else can see, speaking words that will never form on her tongue. The only sign he will get from her today that this effects her in any way. He may have been a good lay, a better friend and fellow mischief-maker, but Hotaru knows her own boundaries. Sleeping with a married man is one of them, tempting though it may be. For all her own proclivities, marriage is a sanctity she will never break. It reminds her too much of her parents - their love so strong their deaths formed a tree in the coldest regions, intertwined and connected forevermore.
But he's not married just yet, is he?
Hotaru wraps her hands in his collar, jerks him down to her level and kisses him soundly in front of everyone. This wedding is a joke, and she intends to be the punchline. The one that prompts the gasps and hands over hearts. Because they all know these two idiots aren't joining in matrimony over some kind of personal connection. So what's the harm in one last reminder of what he's losing? She bites his lip as she pulls away, the hand that had been caressing his cheek patting harshly against it, more akin to a small slap. "One more for the road." So saying, she turns and stalks away, because the words boiling inside her aren't worth the time and breath. He's not going to change his mind, and she won't be the one to sway him. So she merely cuts the thread and moves on, settling alone to watch the proceedings, wishing she had Deimos or Rexanna by her side.
you are the sun
you heal and
you burn
