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10-17-2016, 05:12 AM
Hotaru
and Alice
In the few hours after Rexanna's departure, Hotaru keeps it together. She smiles and nods and thanks people for coming to the festival. Keeps up her facade of elegance and mystery until the last of them crest the hill and disappear into the wilds, back to wherever they had come from. And then her face falls into something stoic and vacant, like there's nobody left inside the husk of her body. Turns away from Deimos' searching eyes and disappears towards the base of the mountains. No matter how many times she tells Alice to leave her, the hound refuses. Even when Hotaru turns on her with bared, snapping teeth and pounding hooves, the bitch only skitters away and follows at a farther distance for a little. Inwardly, where her emotions can't reach, she's thankful that Alice at least won't abandon her. Not like - but she can't even think of the golden's name, a defense mechanism to protect her from the realization for a little longer. No more exasperated conversations that ease her stress and settle her mind. No more long walks and shared patrols. No more teasing and gossiping. No more soaks in the hot springs. No more friendship. No more Rexanna. It comes out of her on a resounding scream of anger and hurt, head buckling and shoulders bracing as it rips across her vocal chords like gasoline on a fire. Every restraint pops free and her magic swells and explodes from her without control. Her skin rips apart beneath the first hurricane that snaps into existence too close to where she stands, and she's left weak-kneed as the energy seeps from her body. She's never summoned a twister so quickly, not even in her battle with Ampere, and she can feel the lack of control feeding the magic continually into the dark funnel of wind and concealed blades. The same ones that caused the blood that drip steadily down her now, a freeing sort of clarity coming alongside the pain as the storm eats up everything in its path, snow flying everywhere and crags of ice shattering as it rips up the earth below it. Hotaru only watches it, slowly clamping down on the expulsion of magic if only to save herself from fainting dead away. She feels a bit calmer now, watching the hurricane tear apart the Steppe. A true force of nature. More powerful than Hotaru could ever be on her own. The exhaustion of exerting so much magic at once, creating so large of a storm...it also helps to ease her nerves, if only because they are deadened rather than livewires that scorch and shock her with every movement. So she simply stands there, Alice's warmth slowly approaching to lean against her foreleg, watching the force of her own magic destroy the environment around her. And she doesn't notice the calm, laconic tears that streak down her face as she watches it all go to ruin. |
@Aisling BEST FRIEND TIEM?
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Plot with me here!
