HOTARU
An unexpected snort of laughter overtakes her at his charming rebellion, far from ladylike, and she covers her face with her hand as if to catch it on the way out. “Are you trying to collect all the gods then? You seem to have a negative interaction with all of them to share.” Remi, the cautionary tale: a guidebook on what not to do when faced with a god. Perhaps she’ll write it and give it to their child as a storybook. She hopes the little one doesn’t have his predilections when it comes to pissing off deities or she’s going to grey well before her time. Which she narcissistically prays is never. His advice is taken with a grateful smile. “A game. I’ll have to think of a good one if I’m going to ask for Atlas back.” Her sigh is faint, trying not to in the first place lest it ruin the beauty of the moment. Humming softly as she listens, Hotaru encourages flowers to bloom within her lazy reach, plucking them and beginning to weave the stems together - a more purposeful destruction than what she can see Remi doing to that poor piece of dream-grass. “Then that merely means you can make your own.” A gift unto itself. The freedom to divert course from those who’ve hurt you, leaving them to be forgotten instead of carried on. “All I ask is if they’re twins, we do not give them matching or rhyming names. Gods, it’s the worst. Thankfully my mother had much better taste.” Their entire family had quite unique names, but she’d stumbled over Ru’in and Romina frequently in their childhood by virtue of their starting letter - not that their inseparability had helped there. “Do you remember your mother much?” As she plucks another flower she poses the question, her conversation with Ronin tickling in the back of her mind.
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
