I swear I couldn't love you more than I do today
and yet I know I will tomorrow
and yet I know I will tomorrow
Her heart twinges at the first whispered words that come to Flora's lips. The first, the loudest, and the quietest - words that will always ring truer than the rest. Hotaru's thumbs crest up to the bottom of Flora's skull and take a moment to kiss behind her jawbone in a gentle hold before resuming slow strokes down her neck and into her shoulders.
"Danta may not know how he feels," she points out, though Hotaru would bet plentiful coin on it being due to mutual idiocy or aversion to love than obliviousness. "If he does, they're both idiots in denial. Or they better hope they are." If it was something more sinister, more intentional? Then Hotaru will gladly lure the Maverick back to the House of Midnight, only this time his cock will find a very different, much bloodier end. "But this really hurt you, petal. Why?" An unassuming, gentle tone, one that prompts Flora to look within instead of bristling. Why, when it had been so fast? Why, when she has never cared about goodness before?
"Danta may not know how he feels," she points out, though Hotaru would bet plentiful coin on it being due to mutual idiocy or aversion to love than obliviousness. "If he does, they're both idiots in denial. Or they better hope they are." If it was something more sinister, more intentional? Then Hotaru will gladly lure the Maverick back to the House of Midnight, only this time his cock will find a very different, much bloodier end. "But this really hurt you, petal. Why?" An unassuming, gentle tone, one that prompts Flora to look within instead of bristling. Why, when it had been so fast? Why, when she has never cared about goodness before?
Ru
