Hotaru
Our hearts we have sold
For diamonds and gold
For diamonds and gold
"And do you think you're capable of keeping me all to yourself?" Her voice is positively silken, but there's a challenge to her gaze and the playful tilt to her chin that boldly asks if he believes he can handle her wholly on his own. "Is it really punishment if you're so eager for it?" Her laugh is a small chime of echoing noise in the hallways as they walk. His support of the idea is unexpected, but he's an Outlander too and likely not as protective over Halo as the Naturals. "You'll take that back when you're stuck with me for an entire season," she retorts playfully. Hotaru still hasn't decided on if she's moving or not, and honestly the portals being closed for the season plays a significant part in that pending decision.
She doesn't let it show immediately on her face, but she does allow a slight look of distaste to slip through her grasp. Loren has already admitted that he's not fond of his family, she's not as concerned that he'll be offended. "Hm. Well, my interest is effectively squashed then I must say." Deimos' portrayal of Zariah had been pivotal in shaping Hotaru's opinion on the woman, and she has a feeling if they ever meet it will either be immediately explosive, or the most dangerous game of manipulation and cruelty that Hotaru has ever played. It admittedly doesn't reflect well upon her that she considers that a challenge to look forward to.
The library he guides her to is far more interesting than the tyrannical woman though, and her hand slips from his elbow to instead graze over the spines of a few interesting tomes. A few she pulls from their place to crack open, reading a few passages before returning them. "Still incredible," she compliments, voice hushed but still resonating in the cavernous space. "Though I'm partial to learning from the Naturals myself, this is impressive with how reticent they seem to be." Though she admires that about them. She is perhaps a bit too fond of their ways, of these people who remind her so much of her own.
She doesn't let it show immediately on her face, but she does allow a slight look of distaste to slip through her grasp. Loren has already admitted that he's not fond of his family, she's not as concerned that he'll be offended. "Hm. Well, my interest is effectively squashed then I must say." Deimos' portrayal of Zariah had been pivotal in shaping Hotaru's opinion on the woman, and she has a feeling if they ever meet it will either be immediately explosive, or the most dangerous game of manipulation and cruelty that Hotaru has ever played. It admittedly doesn't reflect well upon her that she considers that a challenge to look forward to.
The library he guides her to is far more interesting than the tyrannical woman though, and her hand slips from his elbow to instead graze over the spines of a few interesting tomes. A few she pulls from their place to crack open, reading a few passages before returning them. "Still incredible," she compliments, voice hushed but still resonating in the cavernous space. "Though I'm partial to learning from the Naturals myself, this is impressive with how reticent they seem to be." Though she admires that about them. She is perhaps a bit too fond of their ways, of these people who remind her so much of her own.
But baby take a look
We have it all
We have it all
