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05-26-2015, 06:58 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
Something ancient and dusty seemed to echo off Deimos' hide, his very soul if her eyes were so keen. As she trailed up behind Thranduil, newly revealed and meaningless to her where once they were bitter rivals and distrusting acquaintances, her dual gems fell upon the last remaining Lord. Ever vigilant, ever constant since his ascension. The leads of the Basin had always been changing, chameleons despite the colorless expanse they ruled. The mother in her wept for what he must have seen, the forsaken abandonment he had suffered at the hands of those too listless and driven by wandering hearts to have cared to stay at his side. It was undeniable that Deimos was difficult, he wore it upon his hide like scars and displayed it in scowls and sneers. But she looked upon him, up above her as she trailed back to his side - returning to him as so few ever had - and saw nothing but a weary recluse with too few to fall upon and no shoulders he could trustingly bury himself into. Tiny frame drew itself tall and regal, striding up the path towards the tired Lord with the chaotic eyes. They were a mess of a trio, rebels and vagabonds, pied pipers and peter pans all rolled into one. They all had their secrets, their pains and hurts and aches that they felt in the loneliness of the night, in the secrets of their flesh. Nobody could have anticipated the change of events that was unfolding like whispering, ancient books before the young maiden. Dished face tilted, regarding the king with his weathered face and sharp, fox eyes. Distrusting, guarded. What had driven him to be such? Hotaru was the wielder and tender of secrets; lies, slander, gossip, snippets of sincerity and unvarnished truth. He held so many of them, those beautiful little gems of knowledge. She hungered for them just as fiercely as she newly desired to help him heal and mend enough for him to trust her - oh but did anyone ever trust her? - freely with the information. She wanted to hold him in her delicate hands, a complex puzzle to be gently teased and prodded until the way was shown clearly to her, the complex locks fitting all at once into one another. Ah, and Thranduil. Her feelings for him were complicated, if only because he at times willfully made them so. They were creatures of selfishness and greed, but perhaps she had entertained the idea of him being a partner to her, someone she could trust implicitly to understand the frequency that she lived within. Perhaps...her thoughts fled as she returned to Deimos' side, his flesh warm and emanating from his vessel despite the rumored frigidity of his heart. Though she knew not how well it would be received, she murmured quietly, words meant for his ears as they slid off her tongue with more sincerity than the woman generally desired to show. "Just because the words evade you does not mean all is lost," was all she proffered on whispered breath. He did not seem to be a very eloquent creature, as she had taken from her promotion at his hands. But if he felt any sorrow, any regret for what had occurred with Ophelia...perhaps it would bring him a small modicum of comfort to know that things could still be mended. Hotaru had not always been so silver-tongued, had made her mistakes and had paid for them appropriately. Or maybe she was just assuming too much, overstepping a line he'd placed long ago. Except Hotaru had never taken well to restrictions and boundaries. “Would you two join me in leading this kingdom?” Her heart was momentarily as frozen as the glaciers to the north, stopped dead in her chest as if he had exerted his full magic upon her in mere moments. Ophelia nominating her had been honor enough, one she would have worn inscribed into her very flesh so long as her mortal life wound onward. To have it taken to mantel, recognized and approved mere moments later was too much for the thief and her wavering heart. But the answer was never anything else. Her life had been the Basin even before she'd graced its borders, back when she'd stood in the Steppe and d'Artagnan had found her, seen the grace and potential inside of her and vowed to make her a member. The Auroras had imprinted themselves into her blood and bodice, and she was irrevocably tied to the land, just as her father had been. He had never left, not even for love and begging. Perhaps he had spread his curse to her, for she could not envision loving anything more wholly than the herd and the mountains it resided it. "Without hesitation." Eyes glittered like broken gems and silver blade edges, attentive and enraptured, a worshiper at mass finally granted enlightenment. Her purpose was only just settling, a perfect fit inside of her chest, but he would have her for as long as she could physically be called upon. Likely even past that time. She would swear to him, to Thranduil, to the God of Spark and the herd itself. Eternity. The Basin Lady curse would end with her. There was nowhere else she'd rather be, her heart as cold and frozen as the snow she had buried it in, deep in the center of the land. Separating herself from it would only kill her in the end, and so she would take the crown he offered her and wear it through hell and high water. Proudly. |
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