moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
His laugh is animalistic, the crack of bone beneath predatory teeth, and the sharp sound of it is clarity that brings her away from fiery afterimages and back to the scalding embers of destruction. They roll like dogs, snapping and clawing, venom and violence. She a blaze of starlight and he a bloodied shadow. It would be poetic from another’s eyes, but to them there is only the scent of iron and the burn of hunger in their throats.
His teeth scrape at the point of her collarbone, sharpened points bloodying it immediately. Nothing like the perfect rings of scars from Nate and Wessex, but something monstrous rises within her at the mere notion that anyone else’s teeth might mark her when both lovers are long dead.
Demigod strength outweighing his by far, Hotaru shoves her hand into the crushed space between them to wrap her fingers around his collarbone to crest his shoulder and shove. Stone and gems are unforgiving as she resists his attempt to flip them, and it allows her enough room to press her claw points into the vital areas there in a threat meant to force him to concede.
She looms over him, teeth bared and glinting with venom, shoulder bare and dress torn to nearly reveal her breast as blood drips down her collarbone and begins to stain the ragged edges of the cloth - and though natural color bleeds back into her skin as her focus wavers, she glows like a comet, perched upon his chest like a true Valkyrie. The order to concede hovers behind her teeth, the respect he’s garnered the only leash keeping her tethered to the deal they’d struck when she could force a win in a single breath.
His teeth scrape at the point of her collarbone, sharpened points bloodying it immediately. Nothing like the perfect rings of scars from Nate and Wessex, but something monstrous rises within her at the mere notion that anyone else’s teeth might mark her when both lovers are long dead.
Demigod strength outweighing his by far, Hotaru shoves her hand into the crushed space between them to wrap her fingers around his collarbone to crest his shoulder and shove. Stone and gems are unforgiving as she resists his attempt to flip them, and it allows her enough room to press her claw points into the vital areas there in a threat meant to force him to concede.
She looms over him, teeth bared and glinting with venom, shoulder bare and dress torn to nearly reveal her breast as blood drips down her collarbone and begins to stain the ragged edges of the cloth - and though natural color bleeds back into her skin as her focus wavers, she glows like a comet, perched upon his chest like a true Valkyrie. The order to concede hovers behind her teeth, the respect he’s garnered the only leash keeping her tethered to the deal they’d struck when she could force a win in a single breath.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
