Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
“Not all are as good of men as you Deimos,” she reaches for those previous teasing tones, unwilling to taint and tarnish the relatively good mood they’d attained for the day. Hotaru is not the type to dwell, and she doesn’t like the feeling, even if it’s easier to do with the hurt so fresh and her thoughts still so tangled. As for a more proper explanation; “I don’t have an easy kind of love. Those who seem capable of returning what I give are simply also the types to hurt me when things go wrong.” Hotaru loves with an intensity that few seem willing to meet head on. Those who prove themselves up to the challenge simply...change their minds later on. And admittedly the Valkyrie is willing to overlook other flaws in pursuit of that burn-together kind of love. It’s also an unfortunate reality that Hotaru has always been cursed with an inability to convince people to stay. Regardless of what sort of relationship they had. A sudden bubble of laughter pops brightly in her mouth, a lightbulb flaring in her mind that spurs an immediate wave of amusement. “Would it be blasphemous to use my lightning on his caricature you think?” The same thing that had killed the man deader than a doornail on their icy threshold. It’s a hilarious notion, and her form wavers as her laughter shakes her entire body.
