HOTARU
you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
nobody knows how to take care of you
The admission is a delight, cementing the flagrant disregard is an intentional choice instead of lambkin innocence. Not that the lovely thing seems the type but Hotaru may be gleefully projecting right now (insert pointing Spider-Man meme).
As little curls of flame spawn between the Ancient’s horns, illuminating her hair with ephemeral copper shades, Hotaru matches her innocent smile with a smoky smirk. Flattery - and an offering - is certainly enough to pay the toll, right?
Hotaru’s eyes slide past Charlie’s bare shoulder to judge the rushed improvements the workers have made while they’ve been chatting. It passes muster (in part due to the Ancient’s praise admittedly).
“I have an idea for your help, if you’d like to star in the show with me?” The Valkyrie extends a hand as a schoolgirl might while reaching to interlock fingers, but it evokes the same feeling of a demon proposing the sealing of a deal. “A dance? You can start the blaze each time I bring you close.” They will start the revolutions that will characterize the dancing, golden twins backlit by fire. Hotaru’s smile turns impish. “Though it’s your choice whether you’ll join me in full nudity. You can always jump into the flames if you get cold - and then you won’t risk ruining your gorgeous dress,” she offers, sweetening the pot as she feels out the woman’s similarities.
As little curls of flame spawn between the Ancient’s horns, illuminating her hair with ephemeral copper shades, Hotaru matches her innocent smile with a smoky smirk. Flattery - and an offering - is certainly enough to pay the toll, right?
Hotaru’s eyes slide past Charlie’s bare shoulder to judge the rushed improvements the workers have made while they’ve been chatting. It passes muster (in part due to the Ancient’s praise admittedly).
“I have an idea for your help, if you’d like to star in the show with me?” The Valkyrie extends a hand as a schoolgirl might while reaching to interlock fingers, but it evokes the same feeling of a demon proposing the sealing of a deal. “A dance? You can start the blaze each time I bring you close.” They will start the revolutions that will characterize the dancing, golden twins backlit by fire. Hotaru’s smile turns impish. “Though it’s your choice whether you’ll join me in full nudity. You can always jump into the flames if you get cold - and then you won’t risk ruining your gorgeous dress,” she offers, sweetening the pot as she feels out the woman’s similarities.
