Hotaru
angels would damn themselves for me
Any aggrieved, mumbling defenses are gnats against the tidal wave of her excitement, and by that she means silenced via drowning (out). Except for the gratitude. That, she shamelessly pockets to remember later.It's difficult not to vibrate out of her skin now that the news has been delivered, positively feverish with energy. Weddings are her favorite. Were it not for Evie's timely suggestion, Hotaru would have surely forsaken dinner entirely to go into full planning mode; something, she suspects, that the newly engaged couple would not appreciate regardless. Killjoys.
Sitting beside Kiada and reveling privately at the chance to brush elbows with her niece once more, Hotaru pins Evie and Deimos both with her stare. "I'll be doing your attire, absolutely no arguments allowed. When are you thinking of having it?" She doesn't even consider that they might not have decided on a date, too busy planning how much time she'll have to pour heart and soul into their garments. Then her eyes go to Kiada next - "I'll need your measurements too firebird, and colors. AH! COLORS!" She startles even herself with the realization. Gods, have Deimos and Evie even gotten that far? If they haven't she's going to have to wait to start sourcing fabric, and that sounds like hell to someone as addicted to instant gratification as herself.
