moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
They're a delightfully compelling study in contrasts, and the shadow of his horns and impressive height upon her face only serve to illuminate the inconceivable expansion of delight in her expression. He is no monster under the bed, not to her.
"Oh, where have you been hiding all this time?" It's a sigh of a thing, longing and delight wrapped up into one, and though she doesn't read lust from him she nevertheless marvels at the parallels of their darker delights. "You can't hunt me, darling. Some prey is too big even for you." There's a wickedness to her smile that frames itself as comforting when indeed it is challenging, even patronizing. He has no idea the sort of force he has beneath his fingertips, though she'd be delighted to show him. Hotaru is not in the business of stealing away consent, but her skin itches with the desire to wrap her magic around his neck and pull him down to her level, to force him to take what blood she'll give him and abandon all desire of hunting and stalking.
"But how about a wager?" Turning his hand back over and releasing it, Hotaru brushes her palms down her dress as if sweeping away imagined dirt to better present herself while proposing this deal. "You cannot hunt what doesn't run. But you can try your hand against me if I can do the same - in good faith, of course." Those words are merely that - words - even if they agree, for his bloodlust may make the issue moot, but that's all part of the thrill.
"Oh, where have you been hiding all this time?" It's a sigh of a thing, longing and delight wrapped up into one, and though she doesn't read lust from him she nevertheless marvels at the parallels of their darker delights. "You can't hunt me, darling. Some prey is too big even for you." There's a wickedness to her smile that frames itself as comforting when indeed it is challenging, even patronizing. He has no idea the sort of force he has beneath his fingertips, though she'd be delighted to show him. Hotaru is not in the business of stealing away consent, but her skin itches with the desire to wrap her magic around his neck and pull him down to her level, to force him to take what blood she'll give him and abandon all desire of hunting and stalking.
"But how about a wager?" Turning his hand back over and releasing it, Hotaru brushes her palms down her dress as if sweeping away imagined dirt to better present herself while proposing this deal. "You cannot hunt what doesn't run. But you can try your hand against me if I can do the same - in good faith, of course." Those words are merely that - words - even if they agree, for his bloodlust may make the issue moot, but that's all part of the thrill.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
