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
“Give me a good funeral then, hm?” It’s frankly hilarious that her first individual meeting with both Remi and Ronin have involved talk of her death at their hands. Morbidly amusing, but that’s her favorite flavor. “Then Remi can choose my flowers at will - I’m sure I won’t be picky in death.” This is easier. Banter and play, with dulled edges like knives under a silk sheet. Never meant to harm, but sharp by virtue of who they are as people.
His handsome smile dips and fades, and her stomach clenches with regret. This is a bridge she doesn’t want to burn, but she scarcely knows who she is behind the more manipulative tendencies. Merely a knot of tortured past and bitterness? Hotaru turns away with a sigh. “Well, when he told me of Kamaria I did stab him with the dagger he gave me with instructions to use it as a way to even the field when he hurt me - a delayed delivery on that perhaps. So I think ‘acting’ may be a bit too late.” A huff of a laugh escapes her, awaiting his judgment. It seemed most people here were willing to lay back and let themselves be hurt instead of taking their pound of flesh into return. “But I will love her all the same, even if I cannot be in her light.” Her faith would allow her nothing else.
The prospect of flight is daunting. For all her forms she has always remained firmly on the ground. Good thing she’s no coward. “Don’t worry, it’s more stable than it appears. Your muscles won’t bring it tumbling down,” she teases, stepping closer, hands moving uncertainly at her sides. “I suppose we can fly, but if I fall on my ass I’m gonna need at least two bouquets.”
His handsome smile dips and fades, and her stomach clenches with regret. This is a bridge she doesn’t want to burn, but she scarcely knows who she is behind the more manipulative tendencies. Merely a knot of tortured past and bitterness? Hotaru turns away with a sigh. “Well, when he told me of Kamaria I did stab him with the dagger he gave me with instructions to use it as a way to even the field when he hurt me - a delayed delivery on that perhaps. So I think ‘acting’ may be a bit too late.” A huff of a laugh escapes her, awaiting his judgment. It seemed most people here were willing to lay back and let themselves be hurt instead of taking their pound of flesh into return. “But I will love her all the same, even if I cannot be in her light.” Her faith would allow her nothing else.
The prospect of flight is daunting. For all her forms she has always remained firmly on the ground. Good thing she’s no coward. “Don’t worry, it’s more stable than it appears. Your muscles won’t bring it tumbling down,” she teases, stepping closer, hands moving uncertainly at her sides. “I suppose we can fly, but if I fall on my ass I’m gonna need at least two bouquets.”
Hotaru
