HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
It’s only been a week without it, but the moment the sun returns and filters through their bedroom window it stirs Hotaru to life so quickly that you would be fair to assume it had been much longer. It’s even more impressive given she is not a morning person and therefore doesn’t hold much appreciation for sunrises.
In light of that, it’s an uncommon delight to realize she has awoken before Sunjata. Entitled to it, she spends an unknown amount of time watching the colors of the sunrise play across his face, admiring both his beauty and the peaceful expression he wears. Until she finds herself needing his attention more than this reflective moment.
Tiptoeing her fingers up his sternum, Ru leans in to brush kisses across his cheek and up the side of his nose as she croons a vague sound of contentment to coax him out of his dreams. “Sunnnyyyy. Wake up, hart koning. The sun is back.” A bit of a shame really, she had enjoyed having no competition for a time. Alas, she will glow regardless.
In light of that, it’s an uncommon delight to realize she has awoken before Sunjata. Entitled to it, she spends an unknown amount of time watching the colors of the sunrise play across his face, admiring both his beauty and the peaceful expression he wears. Until she finds herself needing his attention more than this reflective moment.
Tiptoeing her fingers up his sternum, Ru leans in to brush kisses across his cheek and up the side of his nose as she croons a vague sound of contentment to coax him out of his dreams. “Sunnnyyyy. Wake up, hart koning. The sun is back.” A bit of a shame really, she had enjoyed having no competition for a time. Alas, she will glow regardless.
