Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
It is ironic, that they cannot see the other's point of view. That Hotaru could not comprehend his selflessness, and he her crippling need for love. Perhaps that is why fate had seen fit to draw them together in the way it had. Two pieces of a puzzle far grander than them, with no real other pieces to cling to, nothing more permanent than a temporary estimation of seams. They cling to each other for more reasons than that of course, but Hotaru is grateful all the same for the fact that she has him. Even when he cannot fully comprehend her actions and choices. "It is merely a flaw of mine to wish for a different kind of love to be included amongst them," she whispers, feeling incredibly vulnerable even with how regularly she reveals her inner workings to him. It is as close as she can come to explaining her feelings of inadequacy to him. Unwilling to tell him - or truly any other living soul - the story of her childhood and how it had shattered something eternally inside her. It was a burden for her and her alone. But this at least would be a pitiful admission, worthy of his derision and exasperation for the shallowness of it alone. For the desperation. Even Hotaru was aware of how pathetic it was.
But there is still enough of her left to scrounge up amusement and interaction. She is not wholly hollowed and barren. Laughter still manages to rumble up her throat at old memories and foes. "I could not walk past that spot without shaking my head for seasons," sputters free between her laughing breaths, recalling her distaste over his discarded body that had ended up on the equivalent of their doorstep. "Consider it done. I will have to practice my artistic skills, though he does not require much of it." A smirk gathering on her lips, happy to deride and mock even a dead man's looks. As she transitions into demonstrating the next stretch, she is grateful for the distraction of her own body being forced into motion. It helps her forget that soon she will be waving at Deimos' retreating back, and will be left to another night alone in her bed, sleepless and haunted.
