Hotaru
Ru hadn’t anticipated needing to reach Phoebe too many times. The woman is in the medical field after all, she must be rather sharp to have learned such an in depth field at a young age. She’s glad to be proved correct as the midwife firmly and quickly grasps her arm, drawing Ru in sharply enough that the Valkyrie’s chest meets Phoebe’s back in a controlled jerk, just as she should. “Great job,” she praises, and shakes free to step backward. “Again, but this time actually pull. Just enough to get me off my feet and more onto your shoulder. I’m not too heavy, and you’re rather strong, so focus on control instead of fully flipping me even if you’ll be able to.” She does a slightly faster punch this time as well, still easily read even by a novice, but upping the pace for Phoebe to test herself steadily with each repetition.
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
beauty falls into disarray
beauty falls into disarray
