I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
She concedes with a dip of her chin, though her brows lower only to furrow slightly. “Just…stay safe. Both of you.” It grates, to feel like such a burden, to put Ronin in a difficult situation when he has no idea of what has transpired. Had she known this singular event would cause such a stir, she likely would have tried to burn them personally instead. Hindsight and all that.
Hotaru’s attention is distracted by Vai’s approach, and all thoughts of Remi and regret evaporate as if they’d never been. “No - yes - of course, here.” She hurries to readjust herself to the witch’s benefit, struggling not to do something needless like holding her breath. The light that shrouds the woman’s hands descends upon her stomach, and Hotaru anxiously awaits the results. Positive ones, when they come, and her shoulders relax until she nearly curls into Vai’s front with relief. “Thank you. Thank you.” Her own hands come to replace Vai’s as they retreat. Smoothing over the taut surface as if comforting the little one inside - realistically it only comforts herself.
Distracted, she nods slightly as Remi’s words register, reluctantly lifting her gaze. “Go, tell him. There’s no time to waste. We’ll be okay.” Her smile is reassuring, though whether she means herself and Vervain or herself and the baby is unclear.
Hotaru’s attention is distracted by Vai’s approach, and all thoughts of Remi and regret evaporate as if they’d never been. “No - yes - of course, here.” She hurries to readjust herself to the witch’s benefit, struggling not to do something needless like holding her breath. The light that shrouds the woman’s hands descends upon her stomach, and Hotaru anxiously awaits the results. Positive ones, when they come, and her shoulders relax until she nearly curls into Vai’s front with relief. “Thank you. Thank you.” Her own hands come to replace Vai’s as they retreat. Smoothing over the taut surface as if comforting the little one inside - realistically it only comforts herself.
Distracted, she nods slightly as Remi’s words register, reluctantly lifting her gaze. “Go, tell him. There’s no time to waste. We’ll be okay.” Her smile is reassuring, though whether she means herself and Vervain or herself and the baby is unclear.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
