eyes on fire, you are the unforecasted storm
New trick? Always. Hotaru's grin remains her own, but her hair bleeds from the roots downward into inky black to better match his, eyebrows smudging the same color and skin losing golden shades into something more ivory. Her recognizable heterochromia fixes itself into hazel tones, one closing in a wink. "What do you think? Incognito enough?" And if she puffs up like a proud bird, waiting to be praised, well - that's simply just like her.
Turning, she hums and props her hands on her hips. "Maybe if we also tie up your hair beneath the hat," she agrees, and turns in a whirl of hair that still glows but is barely perceptible now with the darker shades beneath. "I'll be right back!" And off she goes with a skip in her step, heart as light as her feet, to fetch the hat and glasses and return with them in all of a moment to hand them over to the Sword. She'd been fair with the glasses, plain black, but the hat is a horrible plaid that has her grinning unrepentantly as she holds it out.
Turning, she hums and props her hands on her hips. "Maybe if we also tie up your hair beneath the hat," she agrees, and turns in a whirl of hair that still glows but is barely perceptible now with the darker shades beneath. "I'll be right back!" And off she goes with a skip in her step, heart as light as her feet, to fetch the hat and glasses and return with them in all of a moment to hand them over to the Sword. She'd been fair with the glasses, plain black, but the hat is a horrible plaid that has her grinning unrepentantly as she holds it out.
the Valkyrie
