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
His hands are capable of such strength, yet he's so gentle with her that as he coaxes her hair away from her face and shoulders not so much as a single strand pulls or aches. Such a little thing, but for so long love always arrived in her life accompanied by rivalry and hurt, and to be treated gently without feeling underestimated had seemed like a laughable dream. She loves him, for this and so much more, so it's easy to say, "I can find snow when I want it. I'd turn our shores into beaches one grain of sand at a time if it would make you happier here." Hotaru loves the sun after all, while Sunjata hates the snow. Compromise is an honorable goal, but Hotaru would be happy to live in the world he prefers - while he would be miserable in hers. How is it even a question?
They're being disgustingly domestic, so it's a good thing Sunjata takes the opportunity to flip them, making the Valkyrie squawk in surprise as the already tangled sheets suddenly meet her back. As he flops down onto her all her breath is squished out of her in a strangled whuff that turns her laughter into a croak of empty lungs instead. Cheeks pink with delight, her arms wrap as far as they can around his broad shoulders to idly coast her fingertips up and down his spine, content to wheeze-rattle with every breath if it means she's buried under him.
"I am. And I wasn't going to let you sleep away while I had all the fun without you." Even if, yes, her idea of fun is exactly what he's thinking, which would probably be the equivalent of paint drying to anyone else. "C'monnnnn, you're wasting all the good sunraysssss," she cajoles, syllables wispy with little air to be found but plenty of drama to spare as she wriggles beneath him so he can't get too comfortable and fall back asleep. "We've gotta work on our tans early if we're going to turn heads in Torchline, right? Why not now?" Day one of spring is never too early right?
They're being disgustingly domestic, so it's a good thing Sunjata takes the opportunity to flip them, making the Valkyrie squawk in surprise as the already tangled sheets suddenly meet her back. As he flops down onto her all her breath is squished out of her in a strangled whuff that turns her laughter into a croak of empty lungs instead. Cheeks pink with delight, her arms wrap as far as they can around his broad shoulders to idly coast her fingertips up and down his spine, content to wheeze-rattle with every breath if it means she's buried under him.
"I am. And I wasn't going to let you sleep away while I had all the fun without you." Even if, yes, her idea of fun is exactly what he's thinking, which would probably be the equivalent of paint drying to anyone else. "C'monnnnn, you're wasting all the good sunraysssss," she cajoles, syllables wispy with little air to be found but plenty of drama to spare as she wriggles beneath him so he can't get too comfortable and fall back asleep. "We've gotta work on our tans early if we're going to turn heads in Torchline, right? Why not now?" Day one of spring is never too early right?
