Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
And here lies the crux of their differences; for though their hearts are both heavily guarded and soft beyond, when they are wounded and forsaken, she forgives and forsakes herself in every way to crawl back to those who hurt her - and Deimos did not. It speaks too heavily of the tiny, ugly girl she used to be. Constantly looking up to her beautiful, extroverted twin. Vying for the attention of a mother who had better things to pursue than the pitiful affections of her daughter. Constantly, eternally, endlessly searching for someone who would love her. Finding only love with conditions, terms, and boundaries. Settling for it all the same due to her ravenous hunger, her bottomless need for that which she'd never been freely afforded. And because of it she suffered in cycles, doomed to make the same mistakes, to throw herself upon the barbed wire to let others climb over here only to be left behind and forgotten with the metal still embedded in her skin, wounding her further with every step. Hotaru blinks and is back in her body, eyelashes wet and stare sightless. Deimos' rumbling tones bring her back to center, and she turns her head halfway, face concealed by the long curtain of her released golden hair. What he offers seems so paltry in he wake of her heartbreak, but she loves him all the more for trying, for never giving up on her. At least Confutatis' name brings back a soft laugh, recalling those days of grudgery and hatred. "I'll have to make one of Midas too for old times sake." Right in between the painted visages of her lovers, if only to convince herself she is not so lovelorn and pathetic as any other heartbroken girl. "Work will keep me busy. For now...that is all I can hope to do." The spa, training with Aisha, the impending Greatwood efforts...whatever she can get her hands on to stop herself from dwelling on her own pain, lest she break anew and beg to be taken back.
As he stretches and feels the effects of her work, Hotaru smiles and watches him, happy to see already how limber and relieved he has become. His suggestion has her grinning fully, stepping around the table to join him in the empty space of the floor. "Alright, we'll start with this." So saying, she wordlessly begins to demonstrate the first move, waiting for him to follow along.
