moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
They chase each other's tails, intrigued and invested yet delightfully, frustratingly slow. Weaving threads and snares while attempting to subvert the same in return. It's merely the crossing and placing of pawns at this level - nothing so complex as Hotaru's best conquests and longest-laid plans - but it's been so long since she's had even this much that she is willing to sacrifice more from her side of the field to try and entice him.
Her own grin is not nearly so fanged and impressive, but her canines are too long to be human and her eyes shine like gold coins in her own solar flare. "You have a deal, handsome," she purrs as she slips her hand into his and shakes firmly, some echo of promised strength rearing its head.
Without missing a beat, all her features go as dark as she can make them - hair black like soot, eyes like ink wells, skin tone deepening and the light of her hair becoming an eerie trick of the light against blackness as she pulls on his hand with all of her demigod strength and lifts a knee to try and drive it into his abdomen while she has control of his arm.
Her own grin is not nearly so fanged and impressive, but her canines are too long to be human and her eyes shine like gold coins in her own solar flare. "You have a deal, handsome," she purrs as she slips her hand into his and shakes firmly, some echo of promised strength rearing its head.
Without missing a beat, all her features go as dark as she can make them - hair black like soot, eyes like ink wells, skin tone deepening and the light of her hair becoming an eerie trick of the light against blackness as she pulls on his hand with all of her demigod strength and lifts a knee to try and drive it into his abdomen while she has control of his arm.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
