Hotaru
I'm as calm as a baby lamb
always being led
Flattery of any kind would have had Hotaru amenable to being drawn to her feet, but curiosity is the final lock that chains her to Dahlia. What lies behind those dark lips and impenetrable eyes? What supposed dangers and devilish intent are to be proven or dismissed once the curtain is drawn back?always being led
Hotaru's chin tilts into the sweep of Dahlia's hand, and though her eyes are open as their mouths gently connect and meld they don't remain that way. Her own hand slides up Dahlia's inner arm to her elbow where she steadies herself. It's a kiss meant for leisure and languishing, and Hotaru does nothing to rush it along.
When her eyes open, any perceived shadows or edges - no matter how small - have washed away from Dahlia like watercolor in the rain, and the Valkyrie smiles, tranquil and certain. "All that fuss over resisting this? I'm sorry we've been such ungracious hosts," she tuts, all the more amused by Caido's defensiveness now that the Family's protections have settled around her shoulders. What is there to possibly fear? A favor seems laughable compared to this sort of protection. "Now, would you prefer tea, or a change of scenery?" Heterochromatic eyes glint in the dappled sunlight through the boughs overhead, unrepentant and definitive - and therefore ready for the far more interesting pathways that lie ahead.
I'm as blue as blood
before the blood runs red
before the blood runs red
