I lend everyone my ear, but nobody my heart
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
“If your level of tit-ness is not gouging my eyes for sleeping with your husband and giving me your gloves, I might just keel over if I see you at your best.” Her wry grin is playful, eyes twinkling merrily where they’re squished into slits by her smiling cheeks. It’s easier most days to focus on the good and not the darkness people like them seem to carry around like shawls. She’d been there that horrible day at Fiat Lux - Ru isn’t under the impression his tempered reaction to her presence is an example of him at his worst.
“Only if you pick the color palette,” she agrees readily. “If his taste in bouquets is anything like his taste in fashion, I don’t trust it.” The playful quirk of her lips eases any sting from the teasing. Remi had admitted to the fashion flaw himself after all. “Then we are equally matched it seems - Frey is the only one I’ve ever met. Comes with the Abandoned territory I suppose. Still getting used to being partially Attuned.” Uncertain if she should chance any other shrines.
“If I can forgive my goddess for killing my parents and ordering me to hide the killer from those who pursued him, I can surely forgive her handing a child to her favored follower. It is the opposite I’m uncertain of - my grudge against him must surely be taken as a personal affront with how she cherishes him.” It is easy to share such dark stories with someone so intrinsically tied to a deity themself. Hotaru doesn’t doubt that Ronin knows what it’s like to be torn between divine loyalty and human desires.
They arrive at a dilapidated building on the outskirts, and the woman tilts her golden head towards it with a smile. It stands apart from the others, clearly abandoned, but much taller than the surrounding abodes and with a flat roof seen on businesses in the area instead of the ventilated peaks of households. “I did say there’d be some climbing. You up for it?”
“Only if you pick the color palette,” she agrees readily. “If his taste in bouquets is anything like his taste in fashion, I don’t trust it.” The playful quirk of her lips eases any sting from the teasing. Remi had admitted to the fashion flaw himself after all. “Then we are equally matched it seems - Frey is the only one I’ve ever met. Comes with the Abandoned territory I suppose. Still getting used to being partially Attuned.” Uncertain if she should chance any other shrines.
“If I can forgive my goddess for killing my parents and ordering me to hide the killer from those who pursued him, I can surely forgive her handing a child to her favored follower. It is the opposite I’m uncertain of - my grudge against him must surely be taken as a personal affront with how she cherishes him.” It is easy to share such dark stories with someone so intrinsically tied to a deity themself. Hotaru doesn’t doubt that Ronin knows what it’s like to be torn between divine loyalty and human desires.
They arrive at a dilapidated building on the outskirts, and the woman tilts her golden head towards it with a smile. It stands apart from the others, clearly abandoned, but much taller than the surrounding abodes and with a flat roof seen on businesses in the area instead of the ventilated peaks of households. “I did say there’d be some climbing. You up for it?”
Hotaru
