HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Teeth bare in a wolf’s grimace. ”War. All for the Governor.” It infuriates her, nettles against her skin that threaten to turn into a blistering rash. She can’t even bring herself to speak his name, still so wounded is her heart - or what remains of it, iced and cracked as it remains.
Gesturing to the bracelet still sitting innocuously on her wrist, she glares down at the mounds of ash in the bucket as if it has personally vexed her. ”That was the purpose of the Advocates. The bars; the Slagveld, the Kraai. To spy, to obtain information, to circumvent the law in all sorts of ways. Seeds planted in so many realms, and yet such reach is allowed?” Had been worth her companion’s life, even as an empty husk here in Torchline?
The man’s defense of Morgan rankles, but she grits her teeth, jaw feathering as she forces herself to let his words slide over her raised hackles like a soothing hand. Her teeth will never aim for his jugular the way it does for others. ”She has invited his reach into Halo. She hated the Ascended, only to fuck one in the shadows of her throne. And still refuses to pick a side. She may be a warrior of renown, and I may respect her, but Deimos -” standing, she turns her cold-fire gaze to where he stoops over the ash, blackened dress and destroyed horizon like a premonition as she stands against its backdrop, golden hair like a halo of lightning. ”If it is between her and you? It will always be you. I will steal Halo from her hands if it ensures you remain in your home.” Burning the Advocates had been her idea, and she will overturn an entire kingdom if it means sparing him the backlash of her own stupidity.
Gesturing to the bracelet still sitting innocuously on her wrist, she glares down at the mounds of ash in the bucket as if it has personally vexed her. ”That was the purpose of the Advocates. The bars; the Slagveld, the Kraai. To spy, to obtain information, to circumvent the law in all sorts of ways. Seeds planted in so many realms, and yet such reach is allowed?” Had been worth her companion’s life, even as an empty husk here in Torchline?
The man’s defense of Morgan rankles, but she grits her teeth, jaw feathering as she forces herself to let his words slide over her raised hackles like a soothing hand. Her teeth will never aim for his jugular the way it does for others. ”She has invited his reach into Halo. She hated the Ascended, only to fuck one in the shadows of her throne. And still refuses to pick a side. She may be a warrior of renown, and I may respect her, but Deimos -” standing, she turns her cold-fire gaze to where he stoops over the ash, blackened dress and destroyed horizon like a premonition as she stands against its backdrop, golden hair like a halo of lightning. ”If it is between her and you? It will always be you. I will steal Halo from her hands if it ensures you remain in your home.” Burning the Advocates had been her idea, and she will overturn an entire kingdom if it means sparing him the backlash of her own stupidity.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
