HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
Advantage is hardly on her mind when she has him between her legs like this, and though lust is no small factor it's largely due to being madly in love with him. "With your permission," she allows. Conceding to another is less of a rarity for the Valkyrie these days, though since departing from Halo it has flourished anew. Sunjata is the only person she answers to now. No council, no fellow leaders, and no title of her own. The demigods may have as many opinions as stars in the sky, but they only have one mouth with which to voice them, so Hotaru marks them much lower on the list. "No stirring trouble without your say-so." If either of them is to invite shadows these days, they must be ready for it to fall over the both of them.
Her laugh is muffled into the tender space between his jaw and throat, languishing in the particular sort of happiness that comes from being known. "That's true. Who cares about the wide reaching effects of a drug market when there are gods to ask about unplottable land and unspeakable coordinates?" It's a far more enticing puzzle, and the intrigue of it is just sufficient to amuse her in his absence, so she allows him to pull away without too much resistance. Hands propping up behind her, Ru's heels bounce lightly off the cabinets in a faint rhythm. And, out of nowhere, she smiles at his back and says, "I'm happy, Sunny." And it feels like watching daybreak for the first time, new and wonderful and terrifying, and she knows he'll feel the gravity of that threaded through with the weight of her joy.
Her laugh is muffled into the tender space between his jaw and throat, languishing in the particular sort of happiness that comes from being known. "That's true. Who cares about the wide reaching effects of a drug market when there are gods to ask about unplottable land and unspeakable coordinates?" It's a far more enticing puzzle, and the intrigue of it is just sufficient to amuse her in his absence, so she allows him to pull away without too much resistance. Hands propping up behind her, Ru's heels bounce lightly off the cabinets in a faint rhythm. And, out of nowhere, she smiles at his back and says, "I'm happy, Sunny." And it feels like watching daybreak for the first time, new and wonderful and terrifying, and she knows he'll feel the gravity of that threaded through with the weight of her joy.
