i've got this feeling, and i've got this shovel
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
When she's fetched from her work carefully drying out and numbering the dream cacti spines she had harvested with Sunjata, the Valkyrie frowns and takes the container with her, assuming it will be something brief. Not many know to call on her here, which is curious unto itself - and she certainly doesn't expect to see George standing in the entryway, hovering near the receptionist's desk. Her heart drops to her feet for a brief moment.
Call her selfish, for she is, but Hotaru has forgotten most of the world around her since Sunjata came back into her life. Though she has done her fair share of rejecting men and women alike, George had truly done nothing to warrant it - aside from not being The Flood. It makes this unexpectedly difficult.
"Nobody can take you by surprise if they can't find you," is her rebuttal, witty as ever but conspicuously lackluster. "It appears you've defied the odds, however." As he often has.
Gesturing him into a room for the sake of privacy - though her skin prickles uncomfortably with the knowledge of how it might appear to anyone nearby - she sets the jar down on the entry table and pushes her hair back to give her hands something to do. Breaking someone's heart is easy when you don't care about how they feel, but for once Hotaru does. "So much happened at once..." she trails off, unsure where to even begin. Even looking at him is hard. Hard enough to prompt her to cross her arms in a habitually defensive motion, turning away to look out the magically-created balcony, doors opened wide with a warm ocean breeze billowing the linen curtains. Nearly an exact replica of her hotel room where she'd spoken with Sunjata that night after the bar opening.
Call her selfish, for she is, but Hotaru has forgotten most of the world around her since Sunjata came back into her life. Though she has done her fair share of rejecting men and women alike, George had truly done nothing to warrant it - aside from not being The Flood. It makes this unexpectedly difficult.
"Nobody can take you by surprise if they can't find you," is her rebuttal, witty as ever but conspicuously lackluster. "It appears you've defied the odds, however." As he often has.
Gesturing him into a room for the sake of privacy - though her skin prickles uncomfortably with the knowledge of how it might appear to anyone nearby - she sets the jar down on the entry table and pushes her hair back to give her hands something to do. Breaking someone's heart is easy when you don't care about how they feel, but for once Hotaru does. "So much happened at once..." she trails off, unsure where to even begin. Even looking at him is hard. Hard enough to prompt her to cross her arms in a habitually defensive motion, turning away to look out the magically-created balcony, doors opened wide with a warm ocean breeze billowing the linen curtains. Nearly an exact replica of her hotel room where she'd spoken with Sunjata that night after the bar opening.
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
