HOTARU
Hope is the deliverance of the words her sister utters, and it soothes something nervous and wretched in her breast to know that this cursed portion of life of hers is only temporary. She flips her hair over her shoulder to better see Rexanna at her side, squeezing her hand like a promise. "I'll see if there's anything I can do to make it easier on you," she promises, mind already alight with plans and goals, devising ways to have things made and what she can haggle and steal to ease her sister's troubles. Or at least, the troubles not of Hotaru's own creation. Her vixen smile does not waver, already imagining the trouble the pair are sure to get into now that they're together once more. The Valkyrie wasn't going to let Rexanna simply settle into her engaged lifestyle! Oh no no, they were far more than that. "Well I'd let you sample my surely delicious neck just to provide you a good meal, but I don't think Mister Fiance would like the side effects much," she says with a sly wink. It gives her a steadier ground to tease and instigate, helps calm the flush of shyness on her cheeks to take back control.
The golden girl is momentarily distracted as they arrive at a house, homely and welcoming even with its darkened front. Her heart aches with joy for Rexanna, with relief that she is home. Even if it is not her home, it is as close as she can get right now.
"Sure I can't be the bloody middle to your lovely sandwich? I'm sure I'd die of the intensity, but my what a way to go," she purrs with a downright sinful grin, eyes twinkling with playfulness. A jest, she'd certainly never do anything to endanger Rexanna's relationship with her new beau, but it's a tantalizing idea nonetheless. Hotaru was not blind to her sister's beauty and charm, though her familial love was too strong to consider much else with the woman.
Dual-colored eyes flicker over the room as fire brings long shadows and light in equal measures to the house. A soft sigh of comfort shudders from her lips alongside a prolonged shiver as she steps closer to the fireplace. The thick wool of her dress had done wonders for the chill, but the warmth of the flames chases away the remaining cold that clings to her skin. Then she turns and simply...looks. Gazes upon Rexanna, confident and beautiful in this home she has built, this life she has created from ashes. Watches the crimson dance across her midnight hair, illuminating her intense eyes and flickering on her cheekbones.
Hotaru claims the distance between them, drawing her hands to Rexanna's face and cupping it gently between her palms, pulling her down to bridge the distance between their heights and presses her lips to her sister's brow. She lingers there for a moment, eyes closed and peppering kisses across the bridge of one brow before withdrawing, smiling a little wet-eyed and giving Rexanna's face a tiny shake of affection. "I have missed you so, my dear. I did not say it often enough back then, so reticent with my words, but I love you Rexanna. Thank you for bringing me home."
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
