I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
Hotaru hasn't even met the lovely bride yet, and she is still slight with eager excitement as she comes spilling through the door, fabric trailing from her bag and a stack of bolts of even more piled in her arms. Ready to use them for the creation of anything from tablecloths to place settings to gowns. There are already a few gathered, and she sweeps past briefly to deposit her wares in a corner where they won't be in the way before she's immediately back and leaning in to press a kiss to Kiada's temple and demandingly leaning close for a hug from Deimos.
"I brought everything I could carry," she confesses with a bubbling laugh, joy suffusing her every pore, alight with happiness for her brother. But she is still the last to know, to meet, the lovely woman at his side. Hotaru extends a hand, not wanting to cross too early into hugging territory and spook the woman who already seems jittery. "It's lovely to finally meet you! I'm Hotaru." Giving her the sincerity most strangers are denied, because this is the woman Deimos has chosen to bond himself to for life. She deserves that much.
"I brought everything I could carry," she confesses with a bubbling laugh, joy suffusing her every pore, alight with happiness for her brother. But she is still the last to know, to meet, the lovely woman at his side. Hotaru extends a hand, not wanting to cross too early into hugging territory and spook the woman who already seems jittery. "It's lovely to finally meet you! I'm Hotaru." Giving her the sincerity most strangers are denied, because this is the woman Deimos has chosen to bond himself to for life. She deserves that much.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
