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Hotaru had not always been so quick to anger. Before she lost her sight, her temper had been easy to keep in check and she was a fairly personable character. She used to enjoy adventures and she had spent her days happy and carefree until the war. After her injury, her anger seemed to swell at the slightest provocation and it had become harder to keep herself in check. Incidents like the one she had just experienced were more common then before, although she found that most of the time she didn't really care. It was something Hotaru realized she needed to work on. Everything Hotaru had once cared about, had disappeared in a single instance when her world was rewritten.
Anger flashed briefly in the grey female's eyes as Levent spoke in his foreign tongue. Luckily, he translated the phrase and Hotaru was able to calm down again. She had been forgiven, an act she wasn't sure she could perform. In fact, he went one step forward and took the even higher moral ground, leaving Hotaru in the dust. "You needn't apologize, I was the one at fault." He was glad she was safe? The female couldn't help but question his priorities. Why would anyone help her, or be glad she was safe? It's not like they knew each other, nor were they part of the same pack. Hotaru could understand the anti-violence thing, but to actually be glad she was safe, that was a different story entirely.
Levent was flirting with her, actually flirting with her. Hotaru froze, not entirely sure what to do, even the incessant purring had deceased. The blind female wondered if Wilson was like Fawkes. Fawkes hated it when other's got too close to Hotaru and many times it was a perfectly happy with his guard dog mentality. If he was there, Levent would have had an earful. The Artist, unsure of how to respond simply nodded her head and thanked the strange male. Hotaru stood on shaky limbs for a moment before she decided it was a better idea to sit down. She was incredibly tired and her exhaustion was catching up to her.
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Hotaru
Sometimes the light that guides us along our paths, is not something that we can see, but something deep inside of us.
Hotaru had not always been so quick to anger. Before she lost her sight, her temper had been easy to keep in check and she was a fairly personable character. She used to enjoy adventures and she had spent her days happy and carefree until the war. After her injury, her anger seemed to swell at the slightest provocation and it had become harder to keep herself in check. Incidents like the one she had just experienced were more common then before, although she found that most of the time she didn't really care. It was something Hotaru realized she needed to work on. Everything Hotaru had once cared about, had disappeared in a single instance when her world was rewritten.
Anger flashed briefly in the grey female's eyes as Levent spoke in his foreign tongue. Luckily, he translated the phrase and Hotaru was able to calm down again. She had been forgiven, an act she wasn't sure she could perform. In fact, he went one step forward and took the even higher moral ground, leaving Hotaru in the dust. "You needn't apologize, I was the one at fault." He was glad she was safe? The female couldn't help but question his priorities. Why would anyone help her, or be glad she was safe? It's not like they knew each other, nor were they part of the same pack. Hotaru could understand the anti-violence thing, but to actually be glad she was safe, that was a different story entirely.
Levent was flirting with her, actually flirting with her. Hotaru froze, not entirely sure what to do, even the incessant purring had deceased. The blind female wondered if Wilson was like Fawkes. Fawkes hated it when other's got too close to Hotaru and many times it was a perfectly happy with his guard dog mentality. If he was there, Levent would have had an earful. The Artist, unsure of how to respond simply nodded her head and thanked the strange male. Hotaru stood on shaky limbs for a moment before she decided it was a better idea to sit down. She was incredibly tired and her exhaustion was catching up to her.
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