Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
Hotaru can almost sense the indignation and rejection swelling up in his throat, prepares to lambast once more, to spear into the heart of those insecurities the moment they overflow. Consistency is key. If it takes telling him a thousand times then so be it. It's almost disappointing then when his grumbles and gruff objections do not come to fruition, locked inside instead where they are due to fester away from her cauterizing touch. Instead there is his gratitude. While she suspects he murmurs it only to get her off his case, she can hope that somewhere her words are taking root. Small seeds of implanted thought that will blossom into a garden of worthiness in his mind. "Any time," she promises with a squeeze of his fingers, wanting to give him these words more than any other token response of welcome. A vow for the future, for any day he may need to hear redemption and recognition from someone else's heart.
In the meantime, there are great worries to take up residence in her mind. Teeth worry at her bottom lip, contemplative and overwhelmed by the prospect of standing on opposite sides of the war as her niece. It makes Sunjata's choice all the more damning in comparison. The only other Ascended she cares for is Wessex and Nate, and well...they are demigods. They have made their choice. Hotaru just can't let history repeat itself, can't watch this world crumble beneath a false god. "I do as well." It's a horrible decision to have to make; she may love the Ascended, but Hotaru cannot turn a blind eye to the Voice herself. Not when she watched Kisamoa destroy her children, her friends, her entire world. She can't do it again. "I intend to ask Frey to attune me in some way, if they are willing. I cannot do much as an Abandoned." Though she will never forsake her magic, the lightning that has been a part of her since the beginning.
In the meantime, there are great worries to take up residence in her mind. Teeth worry at her bottom lip, contemplative and overwhelmed by the prospect of standing on opposite sides of the war as her niece. It makes Sunjata's choice all the more damning in comparison. The only other Ascended she cares for is Wessex and Nate, and well...they are demigods. They have made their choice. Hotaru just can't let history repeat itself, can't watch this world crumble beneath a false god. "I do as well." It's a horrible decision to have to make; she may love the Ascended, but Hotaru cannot turn a blind eye to the Voice herself. Not when she watched Kisamoa destroy her children, her friends, her entire world. She can't do it again. "I intend to ask Frey to attune me in some way, if they are willing. I cannot do much as an Abandoned." Though she will never forsake her magic, the lightning that has been a part of her since the beginning.
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