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It seemed with every new death, a new mask was unveiled to reveal the face of someone that had actually meant something to the beautiful thief. It hurt, and at times she despised the Goddess for tearing her heart so efficiently, but then she remembered that the Goddess was not the murderer. She was not the one choosing the victims. Still, it was hard to continue down her path, especially when all eyes turned to her in outrage whenever she would steal the clues that would help them find the killer. Hotaru had stopped caring what they thought, killing the internal emotions of her soul in regards to the bodies she found, and yet the complications were never-ceasing.
Her breath left her in a daze as she followed the whisper that she had learned to understand was the premonition of a new body to find. Perhaps the Goddess guiding her in the right direction, ensuring she didn't miss anything. No, that was unlikely, as the Goddess was more self-serving than benign.
She had come late, a sense of dread pervading her very bones, but when she had seen her mentor's dead visage she'd almost fallen to her knees. Instead she swayed, eyes clenched shut away from the image as she struggled to swallow. Only when the burn of heat touched her skin did her eyes fly open, and suddenly she realized her quest was going to be far more difficult.
Fucking Helovians, but she knew that she was perhaps asking for too much, when it came to needing a piece of her hair. She really didn't want to get into another fight with the idiots that held so much value over a body. Even she hadn't mourned this much when her parents had died. Or maybe her heart had just withered too young, and now she simply didn't care any longer.
Careful to try and keep herself out of Gaucho's line of sight, she watched as a lock of hair was burned away from the nape of Psyche's neck and was swept away from the burning body on the spring wind. It glowed with clinging sparks and embers at the base, and she quickly snatched it out of the air, throwing it to the ground and stamping on it quietly to ensure it did not burn up. Clutching it in her teeth she turned and wandered away, controlled, not desiring to bring further attention to herself. Except those eyes she had always felt on her were still there, and she bristled. His face and coloring was familiar, as often as she'd caught him following her about.
Hotaru stormed over to Thranduil with murder in her eyes, teeth bared and ears pinned tight to her skull. "Leave me the fuck alone and stop fucking following me!" she hissed, venomous and acerbic. Her tail thrashed like a writhing snake against her hocks, the crack of a whip that she wouldn't hesitate to lace upon his spine. Spinning on her heels she turned and stalked away, fury boiling past her distress until she was hot with it. Basin or not, she would not tolerate him clinging to her shadow, and she'd happily run him through with her horn than deal with his pestering.
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[RE] :: MURDER IN HELOVIA :: Clue VIII
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