Hotaru
angels would damn themselves for me
Evie's quick hug is a pleasant distraction from the anxiety that gnaws at her stomach, though she doesn't spare all of her attention as she perhaps should with how her nerves hang on the pin of a needle. They are dashed abruptly, almost violently, leaving her awash amidst an aching relief so strong her knees shake and Deimos must surely feel its echoes. The Valkyrie's arms come around her without hesitation, too greedy and grateful to waste time being stunned. "Hello my firebird," she murmurs, heart trembling in her throat as that old, cherished nickname finds its rightful place back on her tongue after so long. When the Harpy pulls away Hotaru has to bite onto that tongue physically to prevent snarling something toward the happy couple for taking Kiada's attention away. The only reason she manages it is because her niece swiftly takes her arm moments later, keeping them connected and mollifying Hotaru's spike of irritation enough that she manages a small smile for Deimos. "Rare, but seared please." Not quite so rare as Kiada's, but her inner feline would be miffed by anything more than medium rare.
Tugged along happily, Hotaru's eyes rove nosily through every crevice they pass, heedless of the fact it's on willing display. "I should've known you'd be a bookworm given you're a Wordsworth, but I didn't think you'd be a workaholic too. No wonder you and Deimos are so perfectly matched," the Valkyrie teases as she saunters behind Kiada like a guard dog, shadowing her every footstep.
