Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
Disregard only sharpens the edges of her smile, something oil-slick and proud shining like gloss on her lips. "I hope I'm one of them," she teases, all too aware of how she exasperates him at times. Far more reckless and impassioned at times than he, two matching but contrasting forces on the throne. Ironic then that they are both hurt by the world around them despite their different guards and defenses. Still bruised and battered even with their attempts to take on fate with such opposing tactics. It speaks of the unfairness of the world, but also of the inevitable similarities between them. Too selfless, too caring, despite how everyone perceives them as hardened and dismissive.
Taking the filled glass from him, she immediately brings it to her lips, chasing away any of those lingering shadowed thoughts in favor of the burn of liquor down her throat. Distracted, she luckily has already swallowed by the time Belial appears at her side, and the woman gives a choked sort of noise of surprise as she nearly flings her glass at the poor thing instinctively in honed instincts of self-defense. Heart rabbiting, she cuts a quick glare at Deimos - somehow this is his fault, she doesn't care if it doesn't make sense - before her expression softens and she offers her hand for scenting to the adorable creature. "Well hello there," she croons softly, smile already dawning. "Are you his newest soul-mate? Aren't you beautiful!" Already a better conversational partner than Deimos clearly. Offering the gentle rub of her fingertips into fur if Belial does not back away, Hotaru turns her attention back towards Deimos as she hears him shift and stretch.
The story sobers her, and she frowns contemplatively as his voice dwindles to silence. "She reminds me of the Moon Goddess from home. I thought I would follow her admittedly when I first arrived here." Always a fan of those powerful feminine wiles, the narcissism and selfishness, manipulation and diversion from the shadows. Until she had met Frey of course, and realized how perfectly they fit as Hotaru's personal patron. "But now you are close to her for it?" Wondering now how endeared he was to her, if he intended to try and come closer into her starlit gravity the way she intends to try with Frey. He certainly doesn't seem to hold the moment against Safrin.
Taking the filled glass from him, she immediately brings it to her lips, chasing away any of those lingering shadowed thoughts in favor of the burn of liquor down her throat. Distracted, she luckily has already swallowed by the time Belial appears at her side, and the woman gives a choked sort of noise of surprise as she nearly flings her glass at the poor thing instinctively in honed instincts of self-defense. Heart rabbiting, she cuts a quick glare at Deimos - somehow this is his fault, she doesn't care if it doesn't make sense - before her expression softens and she offers her hand for scenting to the adorable creature. "Well hello there," she croons softly, smile already dawning. "Are you his newest soul-mate? Aren't you beautiful!" Already a better conversational partner than Deimos clearly. Offering the gentle rub of her fingertips into fur if Belial does not back away, Hotaru turns her attention back towards Deimos as she hears him shift and stretch.
The story sobers her, and she frowns contemplatively as his voice dwindles to silence. "She reminds me of the Moon Goddess from home. I thought I would follow her admittedly when I first arrived here." Always a fan of those powerful feminine wiles, the narcissism and selfishness, manipulation and diversion from the shadows. Until she had met Frey of course, and realized how perfectly they fit as Hotaru's personal patron. "But now you are close to her for it?" Wondering now how endeared he was to her, if he intended to try and come closer into her starlit gravity the way she intends to try with Frey. He certainly doesn't seem to hold the moment against Safrin.
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