Hotaru
I'm as calm as a baby lamb
always being led
The previous thrill of cat-and-mouse now feels like languishing in the tenuous balance of peace between predators with new purple hues to her eyes. It’s delightful. There is so little poise and wit in the people of Caido (or perhaps Hotaru just has high standards and an upturned nose), and the compliments are all the sweeter from someone sincerely impressive.always being led
Of course Hotaru never said anything about etiquette, so as Dahlia sinks gracefully back into her chair the Valkyrie perches on the edge of the table next to her. Just close enough for her bare ankle to continue some form of contact with the Reaper’s neatly folded legs. “A woman after my own heart,” she purrs, golden hair a cheeky curtain from prying eyes that don’t exist as she leans forward, the forestry around them melting away to form a landscape that only exists in her memories - all the better to woo a galaxy-traveler with.
- Fin
I'm as blue as blood
before the blood runs red
before the blood runs red
