Hotaru
angels would damn themselves for me
Having them safe and happy helps chase away the shadows of children who had never gotten to experience that. Though they are not immediately within reach, they are as close as she could hope to have them while they strive for independence, and that alone soothes her soul. Sighing softly, she shakes her head, uncertain and restless because of it. “I don’t know. I intend to ask them directly, as neither has been particularly forthcoming. Gods, I hope so.” But she knows her own influence is a curse upon her progeny. The desire to meddle, investigate, involve. They’ll turn her prematurely grey with a little more time. Or perhaps not, because she feels downright girlish with glee as Deimos shrinks away, clearly disgruntled and reluctant. The bond is not needed to get a gauge for her emotions. No, Ru radiates joy over the prospect of Deimos dating once more. Ru had always found Amalia a little too goody-two-shoes and deceptively doe-eyed for her political stances, but she’d never wished the heartbreak that Deimos suffered onto him. It is clear he is healing from that if he is dating seriously once more, especially for an entire season, and with his fellow ruler.
It would be easy to tease and taunt, but instead she calms just a moment and squeezes Deimos’ forearm. Hoping to force him to meet her gaze if she merely stares long enough. “I’m so, so very happy for you Deimos. She’s a good woman. And quite pretty,” she adds slyly, unable to help herself at the very end.
