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
"You need a little bad influence here and there," she volleys back, and the words are scarcely out of her mouth before the air is blown out of her lungs by the mudball that hits her next. It forces a strangled noise from her throat that turns into an offended cry tinged with laughter as she turns to push impotently at his shoulder, scarcely capable of refraining from derailing their rather important sharing of information in favor of scuffling with him right there on the path. It wouldn't be the first time they'd done so, and it definitely won't be the last. Still, she must endeavor to be an adult for at least a few more minutes - however long it takes for Deimos to use up his allotted words for the day.
"Maeve requested it for her own child, and Safrin extended it to all children on her behalf I believe." A grand gesture, and one that she still can't make heads or tails of. Just as unwilling to take anything at face value as Deimos is, no matter how exhausting it could be to constantly doubt good news. It's a confirmation bias however when moments later he reveals that the LongNight monsters were in fact not dead, and had attacked Halo in a mystifying change of behavior. But first - "I doubt they'd relinquish viable pawns so easily, even those they are fond of. No General would dwindle their army for sentiment alone, not when it is far easier to win their allegiance by offering the protection of those who are useless in battle anyways." It is hard not to be jaded after all they have both seen, from Helovia to Caido, but sometimes it is easier to see the Gods as commanders of the world's largest chessboard. Easier not to let herself be endeared when they are but the tiniest specks of already-dimming light to such ageless beings.
"All other implications aside - the change in behavior is of greatest concern. That they are smart enough to use portals now, and to attack other lands? At least before, we could confine them to the Grounds, and those who couldn't fight could stay in other areas during LongNight." Now nobody was safe, and it was yet again all The Voice's fault for having created the monstrosities in the first place. Ru blows a frustrated breath through her teeth, hands clenching with the need for violence.
"Maeve requested it for her own child, and Safrin extended it to all children on her behalf I believe." A grand gesture, and one that she still can't make heads or tails of. Just as unwilling to take anything at face value as Deimos is, no matter how exhausting it could be to constantly doubt good news. It's a confirmation bias however when moments later he reveals that the LongNight monsters were in fact not dead, and had attacked Halo in a mystifying change of behavior. But first - "I doubt they'd relinquish viable pawns so easily, even those they are fond of. No General would dwindle their army for sentiment alone, not when it is far easier to win their allegiance by offering the protection of those who are useless in battle anyways." It is hard not to be jaded after all they have both seen, from Helovia to Caido, but sometimes it is easier to see the Gods as commanders of the world's largest chessboard. Easier not to let herself be endeared when they are but the tiniest specks of already-dimming light to such ageless beings.
"All other implications aside - the change in behavior is of greatest concern. That they are smart enough to use portals now, and to attack other lands? At least before, we could confine them to the Grounds, and those who couldn't fight could stay in other areas during LongNight." Now nobody was safe, and it was yet again all The Voice's fault for having created the monstrosities in the first place. Ru blows a frustrated breath through her teeth, hands clenching with the need for violence.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
