moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
Claws snag through cloth and little else, though there's the childish twinge of disappointment when further skin - bloodied or otherwise - isn't revealed because of it. His crooning voice is more tone than words in her ears, the burst of fire stealing breath from her lungs. A fear she hadn't known until fighting the void with Maea, a memory she'd thought long buried. Her heart skips, twinges - magic falters, bleeding away - only for anger to fuel her in its place, sending hardened Komodo scales down her arms to bear the brunt of the heat while stubbornness bridges the gap. Forward, not away.
She throws her entire body into him, venom springing to her teeth as the cat gives way to the reptile, and her entire figure goes supernova. Arctic white hair, skin as true to ivory, irises bleeding into sclera with no border, shining in overbearing illumination as she tries to take Asta to the floor so she might get her teeth or nails into him like a true animal.
She throws her entire body into him, venom springing to her teeth as the cat gives way to the reptile, and her entire figure goes supernova. Arctic white hair, skin as true to ivory, irises bleeding into sclera with no border, shining in overbearing illumination as she tries to take Asta to the floor so she might get her teeth or nails into him like a true animal.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
