moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
As if he could thrill her any more, the Halovian accent sneaking between otherwise regal vowels is like an old friend that burns through his lips and into her veins through the skin he kisses. "But of course - the greater the beast the more satisfying the hunt." Or perhaps that's simply the Monster Hunter in her taking control of her tongue. Though he is a rather impressive beast, and she'd be inclined to tame him instead of slaying him at this point in time.
"Hotaru," she shares on a purr, fingers tightening around the side of his where he had raised her hand to his lips as if implying she is the one who has snagged him despite the imbalance of their physicality. The glimpse of sharp teeth makes old scars tingle, and she doesn't resist the desire to step closer. Tilting her head up to accommodate for the difference, she uses her grip on his hand to bare his inner forearm more so she can touch the fingertips of her free hand to his wrist, flirting with the cuff of his finely tailored top. "I must ask, can you satisfy your bloodlust with a willing participant, or would you be overtaken before you could stop yourself?" It's bold and horrifyingly forward, but the dark intrigue in Hotaru's eyes has no qualms with such taboo inquiries. "I wonder which is stronger - your bloodlust, or my will?" And maybe it's the dissatisfaction with her previous broken toy, or maybe it's the memory of Ascended teeth in her soft spots, but Hotaru craves to find out.
"Hotaru," she shares on a purr, fingers tightening around the side of his where he had raised her hand to his lips as if implying she is the one who has snagged him despite the imbalance of their physicality. The glimpse of sharp teeth makes old scars tingle, and she doesn't resist the desire to step closer. Tilting her head up to accommodate for the difference, she uses her grip on his hand to bare his inner forearm more so she can touch the fingertips of her free hand to his wrist, flirting with the cuff of his finely tailored top. "I must ask, can you satisfy your bloodlust with a willing participant, or would you be overtaken before you could stop yourself?" It's bold and horrifyingly forward, but the dark intrigue in Hotaru's eyes has no qualms with such taboo inquiries. "I wonder which is stronger - your bloodlust, or my will?" And maybe it's the dissatisfaction with her previous broken toy, or maybe it's the memory of Ascended teeth in her soft spots, but Hotaru craves to find out.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
