Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
"I got it!"
The voice is that of a devilishly handsome young man, wayward page of romantic literature clutched in his strong hands. Shirtless, his tanned skin gleaming beneath the sunlight, he appears an Adonis risen from the surf. Salt still clings crystalline to his luxurious mane, jet-black and cut short and perfectly wind-tossed. He extends a hand down to the demigoddess, smile vibrant as the sun on the sea and eyes like copper, glittering and warm as he takes in her voluptuous form---
Or so the scene might have been described, were this one of Hotaru's books.
In truth, the boy who offers Hotaru her page is less sunkissed-Adonis and more hometown-athlete-wholesome. He's even got a shirt on, unbuttoned though it may be. Still handsome, but with an air of almost bashfulness as he hands the paper back. "There you are, Ma'am."
Hotaru, of course, is devastatingly beautiful, especially in a bathing suit. It would be a lie to say that Koa doesn't notice (and maybe blasphemy?), but for once the presence of a gorgeous woman does not set him at ease. No, today the Dragoon is too preoccupied with organizing his thoughts because aw fuck this is Flora's mom and they've never really met.
The voice is that of a devilishly handsome young man, wayward page of romantic literature clutched in his strong hands. Shirtless, his tanned skin gleaming beneath the sunlight, he appears an Adonis risen from the surf. Salt still clings crystalline to his luxurious mane, jet-black and cut short and perfectly wind-tossed. He extends a hand down to the demigoddess, smile vibrant as the sun on the sea and eyes like copper, glittering and warm as he takes in her voluptuous form---
Or so the scene might have been described, were this one of Hotaru's books.
In truth, the boy who offers Hotaru her page is less sunkissed-Adonis and more hometown-athlete-wholesome. He's even got a shirt on, unbuttoned though it may be. Still handsome, but with an air of almost bashfulness as he hands the paper back. "There you are, Ma'am."
Hotaru, of course, is devastatingly beautiful, especially in a bathing suit. It would be a lie to say that Koa doesn't notice (and maybe blasphemy?), but for once the presence of a gorgeous woman does not set him at ease. No, today the Dragoon is too preoccupied with organizing his thoughts because aw fuck this is Flora's mom and they've never really met.
Koa Carpenter
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
