Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
He’s clearly not the only one to miss the more primordial life they used to lead. Hotaru still aches for her hurricanes at times, vying for old power that will not come. Wishing someone would test and tempt her to unleash her blade against them in a manner more befitting barbarism. Alas, instead the people of Caido are prone to half-assed manipulations that make her roll her eyes, wondering why they nip and scurry away before they can face retribution for their pitiful aims. Admittedly life was simpler with challenges and murder as daily occurrences. “Best clear a few days, I intend to make the most of it. You’ll have to carry me back at least one night or it won’t be worth it.” Her grin is all teasing devilry. Hotaru scarcely drinks past a buzz and they both know it, but there are exceptions to every rule, especially when planned ahead of time.
As he grows more somber and sincere, Hotaru sways the short distance to his side, pressing up against him until they are hip to hip in camaraderie. Her golden head tilts to lean against his bicep, inhaling the lingering scent of oil and incense around them. Something a little like peace settles in her breast. “It will be.” Together they would be alright. After a lingering moment she places a chaste kiss on his bicep and peels away from him, angling towards the fire. “Now come on, we have a little more time and I have some thoughts about the springs. I’ll make us some tea, what kind?” No more wallowing for now. They have some healing to do.
