Slowly, as each positive experience steadies her heartbeat when crossing the threshold, Hotaru becomes used to entering the VlamVloed without feeling sick. No matter her reluctance to run into Sunjata she will not let his mere presence run her out of an entire establishment. It is a personal decision more than anything. What does it say about her to be hiding, cowardly and trembling at the mere idea of coming face to face with him? So she slides through the door, not letting it open too wide lest she blind whatever patrons may be collected inside. The sun is still fierce and unrelenting and yet again she is here to hide away from them.
Progress is slow. In the time since her...questionable meeting with Sunjata, she had taken to exploring more. Resettling herself in her skin, remembering her power and poise, making new acquaintances and collecting secrets as she always has. Finding a support system that will hold her in her crumbling states, refusing to rely on a handful of people any longer. Though the time may come for her to turn the blade against their spines, for the moment they are friends. People to go to, speak with, give her platonic love to. Since Sunjata, it seems to be overflowing. Desperately searching for someone to return the sentiment, to give her more than the barest crumbs of lustfulness in return before shattering her entirely.
She has not found that person yet. A part of her suspects she never will.
Her pace slows dramatically as she slips from her thoughts back to the present, eyes catching on destruction and debris that was certainly not normally there. Behind the bar is the man she has been avoiding, and the dagger at her hip - wrapped in the finest tanned leather hilt she could make - burns like a hot coal of self-betrayal. But she knows that Sunjata would never do this to the bar, and she steps delicately to the bar, reluctant to touch anything just yet. "What the hell happened?" For the word choice it's spoken relatively softly, brow rising in surprise the more she looks around.
Progress is slow. In the time since her...questionable meeting with Sunjata, she had taken to exploring more. Resettling herself in her skin, remembering her power and poise, making new acquaintances and collecting secrets as she always has. Finding a support system that will hold her in her crumbling states, refusing to rely on a handful of people any longer. Though the time may come for her to turn the blade against their spines, for the moment they are friends. People to go to, speak with, give her platonic love to. Since Sunjata, it seems to be overflowing. Desperately searching for someone to return the sentiment, to give her more than the barest crumbs of lustfulness in return before shattering her entirely.
She has not found that person yet. A part of her suspects she never will.
Her pace slows dramatically as she slips from her thoughts back to the present, eyes catching on destruction and debris that was certainly not normally there. Behind the bar is the man she has been avoiding, and the dagger at her hip - wrapped in the finest tanned leather hilt she could make - burns like a hot coal of self-betrayal. But she knows that Sunjata would never do this to the bar, and she steps delicately to the bar, reluctant to touch anything just yet. "What the hell happened?" For the word choice it's spoken relatively softly, brow rising in surprise the more she looks around.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
