moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
The man's approach is concealed by the screech of pain that tapers as the rOUS silences itself back into dead-eyed patience, awaiting her next command while her thrall still wraps around its pitiful, unimpressive mind. Oh, but if it isn't made up for by a far more impressive candidate. Hotaru's eyes shine in the light of her own skin, golden glints of predatory shine that are there-and-gone in the turn of her head, revealing the more lasting intrigue and blatant appreciation beneath.
Straightening in a luxurious curve of her spine, Ru settles her cheek on her bare knee and smiles in silent beckon. A lure, a siren song; come, we won't bite. "Never, I always perform better with an audience," she assures, voice sweet as sugar. She releases her leg in a slow stretch, planting both palms and lightly swinging her way down from her perch. Casting a dismissive glance back at the sad creature, she tightens her magic cruelly around its small, shallow mind, and orders, "Stop breathing." It obeys immediately, though its body thrashes weakly, fighting against her order in the vain hope of clinging to life as every organ and system begins to shut down. Hotaru doesn't watch until the end, redirecting her gaze to the newcomer with a smile like an angel, the scrabble of nails against stone behind her filling the otherwise quiet cavern.
"I would have offered you the kill, but you clearly have far finer taste than rats." It's a blatant compliment when paired with the slow drag of her eyes over his clothing and composure, the seamstress in her purring with appreciation. Somewhere behind her the sound of death throes ceases. Approaching with a hand outstretched in a manner clearly implying he should kiss the dainty bones of the back of her hand - presumptuous and confident as always - Hotaru looks up at him with no small amount of delight in her smile. "You are a delightful find. What should I call you?"
Straightening in a luxurious curve of her spine, Ru settles her cheek on her bare knee and smiles in silent beckon. A lure, a siren song; come, we won't bite. "Never, I always perform better with an audience," she assures, voice sweet as sugar. She releases her leg in a slow stretch, planting both palms and lightly swinging her way down from her perch. Casting a dismissive glance back at the sad creature, she tightens her magic cruelly around its small, shallow mind, and orders, "Stop breathing." It obeys immediately, though its body thrashes weakly, fighting against her order in the vain hope of clinging to life as every organ and system begins to shut down. Hotaru doesn't watch until the end, redirecting her gaze to the newcomer with a smile like an angel, the scrabble of nails against stone behind her filling the otherwise quiet cavern.
"I would have offered you the kill, but you clearly have far finer taste than rats." It's a blatant compliment when paired with the slow drag of her eyes over his clothing and composure, the seamstress in her purring with appreciation. Somewhere behind her the sound of death throes ceases. Approaching with a hand outstretched in a manner clearly implying he should kiss the dainty bones of the back of her hand - presumptuous and confident as always - Hotaru looks up at him with no small amount of delight in her smile. "You are a delightful find. What should I call you?"
with only my teeth
HOTARU
