Hotaru
A good relationship with his mother? It seems cliche, but it raises her esteem of him immediately. Caido is a breeding ground for orphans and children who grow up too fast and never come home. That doesn't mean his story isn't the same, but the fond, humorous way he says it makes her ever more curious - and certain of her first impression.
Hotaru doesn't think he will use his first question to ask about her magic. It is so inherent to her that she often forgets how few Abandoned there are these days, and just as few supporters of those open and transparent with their abilities. Perhaps that is why he is so intrigued.
Shameless in her lack of humility here, Ru rolls her eyes to the sky and blows out a breath between her lips. "Gods, so many now. Let's see." Lifting the hand not holding onto his arm, she holds her palm so that he can see each element whisk between her fingers. "Lightning, fire, and air." Sparks dance first, then a whisp of flame that grows larger and then extinguishes in a puff of air. "Creation." Little metal rings pop into existence on her palm, and she pockets them gracefully. "Healing." Through his arm he will feel the wash of that magic coming over him, rejuvenating any lingering hangover or soreness from the previous few nights of his life. "And compulsion." This is the one she hides from most everyone. With her hand on his body as she needs it to be, she watches his face as she commands, "Kiss my cheek."
Hotaru doesn't think he will use his first question to ask about her magic. It is so inherent to her that she often forgets how few Abandoned there are these days, and just as few supporters of those open and transparent with their abilities. Perhaps that is why he is so intrigued.
Shameless in her lack of humility here, Ru rolls her eyes to the sky and blows out a breath between her lips. "Gods, so many now. Let's see." Lifting the hand not holding onto his arm, she holds her palm so that he can see each element whisk between her fingers. "Lightning, fire, and air." Sparks dance first, then a whisp of flame that grows larger and then extinguishes in a puff of air. "Creation." Little metal rings pop into existence on her palm, and she pockets them gracefully. "Healing." Through his arm he will feel the wash of that magic coming over him, rejuvenating any lingering hangover or soreness from the previous few nights of his life. "And compulsion." This is the one she hides from most everyone. With her hand on his body as she needs it to be, she watches his face as she commands, "Kiss my cheek."
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
