Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
Button nose wrinkles as the air sweeps by her unnaturally, revealing her figure and denying her the dramatics she so loves. Beneath it full lips twitch and curl helplessly, incapable of even feigning irritation at his easy disruption of her game. Though she does lift her hand to display her own newfound control over the element, tiny as it is - no more than a gust that lifts the debris and smog around her palm. "Someday I'll be able to stop you from ruining my fun," she laughs softly, waiting for him to inevitably join her as his lengthy strides carry him further down the ill-used path.
As he angles off she joins at his side, more limber but far shorter, and as such they are evenly matched in their progress up the trail. "I had heard she'd been returned, I was unaware you had a hand in it. Though I'm not surprised." A fond but teasing look is cut his way. Deimos' penchant for helping the moment someone asked is still a point of contention between them, but so long as he is not wearing himself thin as was his habit, Ru wouldn't voice her concerns anew. Gazing down and to the side at the murk and muck bubbling stickily below, the Valkyrie hums softly. "Good, finally. The twins are around eight now, and the Greatwood is beautiful with the season change. New beginnings and all that - feels like things are looking up." On a personal level of course. The war and her encounter with Wessex and the thoughts it had created were a whole slew of problems, but at least she feels like she has the energy to tackle them now. "And you?"
As he angles off she joins at his side, more limber but far shorter, and as such they are evenly matched in their progress up the trail. "I had heard she'd been returned, I was unaware you had a hand in it. Though I'm not surprised." A fond but teasing look is cut his way. Deimos' penchant for helping the moment someone asked is still a point of contention between them, but so long as he is not wearing himself thin as was his habit, Ru wouldn't voice her concerns anew. Gazing down and to the side at the murk and muck bubbling stickily below, the Valkyrie hums softly. "Good, finally. The twins are around eight now, and the Greatwood is beautiful with the season change. New beginnings and all that - feels like things are looking up." On a personal level of course. The war and her encounter with Wessex and the thoughts it had created were a whole slew of problems, but at least she feels like she has the energy to tackle them now. "And you?"
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
