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
She knows he’d never wield her sharpness as other lovers have in the past. What he wants from her is something she’s never been asked to give before - something hands can’t hold and eyes can’t see. When she can offer riches, power, and leverage, to be asked only for her love is something she will never tire of being surprised by. In this way he earns every atom of it. And because she loves him, she would never invite even the smallest potential for trouble to their doorstep without asking him first.
Humming happily even after he’s pulled away from kissing her and she can speak, Ru watches him go with lovesick eyes. “Very true. I’d love if anyone speaking its location would glue their mouth shut, or erase the location from their memory then.” It’s a dark delight to dream up such clauses and safeguards. “Too many do-gooders to trust anyone outright.” And though she can rebuild her network of watchful eyes, a magical failsafe is far more effective.
Even that cannot hold her attention for long as she watches him react to her admission, the heat of his soul baring itself like a lake of fire. Her knees part to make space for him as he crosses over to her, the perfectly made coffee that he hands to her immediately forgotten in favor of meeting the intensity of his kiss with every spark and ember burning in her chest. There’s no lust or desire here, only the overpowering might of her devotion to him. As he pulls her up in one arm she goes laughing, the crystal clear ease of her own happiness a euphoric strangeness. “You’re going to make me spill it!” she crows, balancing her coffee in one hand as he carries her out to the deck they’d designed and built together, golden heat from an absent sun washing over her shoulders - but she only has eyes for him.
- Fin
Humming happily even after he’s pulled away from kissing her and she can speak, Ru watches him go with lovesick eyes. “Very true. I’d love if anyone speaking its location would glue their mouth shut, or erase the location from their memory then.” It’s a dark delight to dream up such clauses and safeguards. “Too many do-gooders to trust anyone outright.” And though she can rebuild her network of watchful eyes, a magical failsafe is far more effective.
Even that cannot hold her attention for long as she watches him react to her admission, the heat of his soul baring itself like a lake of fire. Her knees part to make space for him as he crosses over to her, the perfectly made coffee that he hands to her immediately forgotten in favor of meeting the intensity of his kiss with every spark and ember burning in her chest. There’s no lust or desire here, only the overpowering might of her devotion to him. As he pulls her up in one arm she goes laughing, the crystal clear ease of her own happiness a euphoric strangeness. “You’re going to make me spill it!” she crows, balancing her coffee in one hand as he carries her out to the deck they’d designed and built together, golden heat from an absent sun washing over her shoulders - but she only has eyes for him.
- Fin
