I could take all that you love, I could be death from above
Her faith in Deimos’ skill is unwavering, and it lends her the ability to act rapidly from behind the shield as he holds it strong. She does not spare any attention that isn’t necessary to Sah, only a moment of militaristic gratitude for his quick response and skill. For a moment she is back in the battlefield, Deimos at her side, and there is nothing that can touch them. Even the screech of lightning and clap of thunder is familiar, lighting up the world around them in a flashbang of white. Only when it fades and it’s clear the daemon has been struck down by her attack does her pounding heart and fevered blood begin to slow. And then comes the somberness that follows.
Slowing her breathing down manually, the Valkyrie flicks her fingers idly, dispelling the static that clings like a needy creature. Ready and willing to be utilized for so much more. But there is nothing now. Just the hollow spot inside where empathy eats her open.
Idly, almost without thought, Ru places a gentle hand on Sah’s shoulder and squeezes. Her own silent praise for his efforts where Deimos had spoken them. Moving past, the other hand extends to find its home at Deimos’ elbow, as she has done enough times her fingerprints may as well be traced into the skin there. A silent understanding. And then even he is bypassed, as she kneels for a moment and touches the scorched earth beside the fallen creature. She takes a moment - not quite praying, but something similar - golden hair a curtain around her bowed head. And then Hotaru stands and turns towards her kinsmen, and readies herself to follow them away from the death they’ve left in their wake.
Slowing her breathing down manually, the Valkyrie flicks her fingers idly, dispelling the static that clings like a needy creature. Ready and willing to be utilized for so much more. But there is nothing now. Just the hollow spot inside where empathy eats her open.
Idly, almost without thought, Ru places a gentle hand on Sah’s shoulder and squeezes. Her own silent praise for his efforts where Deimos had spoken them. Moving past, the other hand extends to find its home at Deimos’ elbow, as she has done enough times her fingerprints may as well be traced into the skin there. A silent understanding. And then even he is bypassed, as she kneels for a moment and touches the scorched earth beside the fallen creature. She takes a moment - not quite praying, but something similar - golden hair a curtain around her bowed head. And then Hotaru stands and turns towards her kinsmen, and readies herself to follow them away from the death they’ve left in their wake.
HOTARU
