Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
They have come quite far, haven’t they? A wonder that they were capable of change what feels so late in life. Rejoicing and ruminating over creating instead of destroying. She spares a moment of amusement to wonder whether they’re getting old. That is soon overshadowed by her interest in the project he proposes. “A greenhouse? That sounds wonderful. I’d never thought to include Frey, but perhaps I should for the springs at least.” Something more magnificent and eternal than their own hands - even with magic - can create. Though she wouldn’t give up the ice and snow, carving out a green niche is an appealing idea. One that will support the people she already considers her own. Though Deimos is swiftly at risk of exiting that particular group, his amusement sly but noticeable all the same as he slowly lowers the wall between them to peer at her from behind it. He is treated to her own grin, equally exasperated and fond, mud splattered up her neck and across her cheek. “Now we shower again, more fully. And you’re getting on my massage table until I deem you ready.” Hotaru’s smile takes on a Cheshire quality at the notion, already turning to ascend the stone steps out of the bath, grabbing her towel and wiping her feet on the mats before exiting back to the showers. Confident that this time he will follow - unless he knocks down a wall, there’s no other way out.
Showering is a more thorough affair the second time around, and she hums a tune she’d heard at the Kraai as she goes through the motions. Changing into her normal apparel once her body is dry and mud-free. Exiting, she calls towards the other occupied stall. “Pick a scent for your incense and oil if you have one in mind and I’ll set them up. Stay in the shorts and lay on your chest on whichever table you’d like.” It rattles easily off her tongue, allowing no room for questioning or complaints this time around.
