Aurelia
When she's done recording Hotaru's statements in her notebook, she leans back against the chair. The wood carves into her shoulderblades and she presses her lips together firmly, staring down at the page. The pen spins in her fingers and she watches it, watches the object spin so swiftly around her forefinger that it creates its own current.
"So... let me see if I have this right," her finger clamps down around the pen, ceasing its movements. She levels her gaze on Hotaru's face now, forcing their eyes to meet - or Hotaru can look away, if she wants... but Aurelia's focus is predaceous. Patient, willing to stalk before she takes her leap.
"You and Deimos have spent almost a lifetime together, share one another's burdens and battles - but he doesn't tell you about his own emotions -" her brows raise a bit at this, "and he decided that he'd fight this battle on his own. Even though... you came to Torchline together, went to the Hanged Man - but not to get drunk. Because you don't drink, it makes you uncomfortable," she shrugs nonchalantly, as if this is totally fine and understandable. Why else would someone go to a bar than to sit there, sober? Unless it was to talk about something you didn't want anyone else to remember...
"Instead of drinking at the bar, you talked about magic theory, your situation involving Sunjata and Nate... and you told him the whereabouts of the Devil's Advocates... in all regions. Including Torchline. Which... you were visiting at the time, and which he would know is the one that Sunjata... runs..." she trails off, though only for a moment.
"And then," the space between her brows pinches with an anger she decides not to hide at this point. Her lips form a tight, subtle grimace, "the Slagveld is set fire. By magic. In fact, not only was it set fire to, but the Devil's Advocates within it was targeted. Specifically. But! Ah! You had nothing to do with it..."
Aurelia takes in a small breath, rubbing one of her hands across her lips. Finally, her gaze leaves Hotaru, her head tilts this way and that. She makes a show of glancing down at the notebook, then back up at Hotaru, back again. Oh, she's thinking very hard. She is incredibly stumped.
"That's quite a story..." she says. Her jaw sets and she tilts her head to one side slightly, "Hotaru, considering that you've at least betrayed your guild - whose leader is also the Governor ... What did you think would happen, coming here?" Really, she's genuinely curious, because from where she's sitting? Hotaru's blatantly put herself in their laps. Unless...
Unless..
"So... let me see if I have this right," her finger clamps down around the pen, ceasing its movements. She levels her gaze on Hotaru's face now, forcing their eyes to meet - or Hotaru can look away, if she wants... but Aurelia's focus is predaceous. Patient, willing to stalk before she takes her leap.
"You and Deimos have spent almost a lifetime together, share one another's burdens and battles - but he doesn't tell you about his own emotions -" her brows raise a bit at this, "and he decided that he'd fight this battle on his own. Even though... you came to Torchline together, went to the Hanged Man - but not to get drunk. Because you don't drink, it makes you uncomfortable," she shrugs nonchalantly, as if this is totally fine and understandable. Why else would someone go to a bar than to sit there, sober? Unless it was to talk about something you didn't want anyone else to remember...
"Instead of drinking at the bar, you talked about magic theory, your situation involving Sunjata and Nate... and you told him the whereabouts of the Devil's Advocates... in all regions. Including Torchline. Which... you were visiting at the time, and which he would know is the one that Sunjata... runs..." she trails off, though only for a moment.
"And then," the space between her brows pinches with an anger she decides not to hide at this point. Her lips form a tight, subtle grimace, "the Slagveld is set fire. By magic. In fact, not only was it set fire to, but the Devil's Advocates within it was targeted. Specifically. But! Ah! You had nothing to do with it..."
Aurelia takes in a small breath, rubbing one of her hands across her lips. Finally, her gaze leaves Hotaru, her head tilts this way and that. She makes a show of glancing down at the notebook, then back up at Hotaru, back again. Oh, she's thinking very hard. She is incredibly stumped.
"That's quite a story..." she says. Her jaw sets and she tilts her head to one side slightly, "Hotaru, considering that you've at least betrayed your guild - whose leader is also the Governor ... What did you think would happen, coming here?" Really, she's genuinely curious, because from where she's sitting? Hotaru's blatantly put herself in their laps. Unless...
Unless..
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
