maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
She follows where he leads, a shift in norm that is taken up without qualm. They are equal as they always have been, and she is dragged in his wake like a boat upon a river, their heading unspoken between them but known all the same. It doesn’t make it easier to see him doubt. Not quite wallowing, or she would pull him free of it more sternly, but ruminating over the sting of a betrayal of his own. One from his Warden, his ruler and friend, who should have stood by his years of loyalty instead of tossing it all aside after one mistake.
Hotaru watches the stone sink and cannot help but feel a budding resentment for the woman she respected. Deimos and his happiness would inevitably always measure higher than any other - even Ru’s admiration of the Warden crumbles like dry sand when faced with her best friend’s loss. “A foolish notion. You have scarcely ever fumbled in your role, and gone above and beyond in all ways. Do not let her shortsightedness plant a seed of doubt in you about your abilities.” Mistakes are to be made by all. Morgan is certainly in no position to be throwing stones. Ru will not let him say such things about himself.
Hotaru lets her hand fall to Zuriel’s shoulder in a caress as the unicorn parts from her side. The dawning reality of their decision should feel like a weight around her neck. It doesn’t. These are familiar notions, as routine as breathing for any other person. It straightens her spine, the Valkyrie settling like a cloak over her skin. “It has been some time since we’ve done this, but I don’t believe either of us to be out of practice in the planning.” Her way of agreeing - no more impulsivity. Not with this. Not if they are to succeed. “As peaceful a transfer as possible. For the people.” An entity she would always elevate to her first priority. “And you? I know you do not wish to rule.”
Hotaru watches the stone sink and cannot help but feel a budding resentment for the woman she respected. Deimos and his happiness would inevitably always measure higher than any other - even Ru’s admiration of the Warden crumbles like dry sand when faced with her best friend’s loss. “A foolish notion. You have scarcely ever fumbled in your role, and gone above and beyond in all ways. Do not let her shortsightedness plant a seed of doubt in you about your abilities.” Mistakes are to be made by all. Morgan is certainly in no position to be throwing stones. Ru will not let him say such things about himself.
Hotaru lets her hand fall to Zuriel’s shoulder in a caress as the unicorn parts from her side. The dawning reality of their decision should feel like a weight around her neck. It doesn’t. These are familiar notions, as routine as breathing for any other person. It straightens her spine, the Valkyrie settling like a cloak over her skin. “It has been some time since we’ve done this, but I don’t believe either of us to be out of practice in the planning.” Her way of agreeing - no more impulsivity. Not with this. Not if they are to succeed. “As peaceful a transfer as possible. For the people.” An entity she would always elevate to her first priority. “And you? I know you do not wish to rule.”
