The skies are black with lead-filled rain
a morbid painting on display
a morbid painting on display
Sunjata smiles in greeting, but she can only manage a small twitch of her lips in reply. She has not been sleeping particularly well, and truthfully just wants this meeting to be over with already so she can return home. Nate doesn't seem particularly pleased to see her, so Hotaru averts her gaze and quietly sits through the list of things to be discussed.
All the others chime in, but Hotaru does not. She has nothing to say. Of course she'll keep an eye on potential recruits, but she already has her fingers deep in her own machinations, and those promise to be more rewarding than a few warm bodies. The VlamVloed is beyond her scope, with the plans she has for her spa in Halo, though she has yet to fully commit to moving there. So instead she gives a nod of acknowledgement to all that has been said, and lets her mind drift, for once not caring what those around her think of her silence.
All the others chime in, but Hotaru does not. She has nothing to say. Of course she'll keep an eye on potential recruits, but she already has her fingers deep in her own machinations, and those promise to be more rewarding than a few warm bodies. The VlamVloed is beyond her scope, with the plans she has for her spa in Halo, though she has yet to fully commit to moving there. So instead she gives a nod of acknowledgement to all that has been said, and lets her mind drift, for once not caring what those around her think of her silence.
This is the night that young love died
Buried at each others sides
Buried at each others sides
