I can feel it in her bite
there's something more than ecstasy
there's something more than ecstasy
Things go to shit with impressive speed - and not even due to her son’s sudden concerningly bright grin after Mateo stops by. Not that it stops her from smiling at the young man, though she firmly does not want to know whatever he has just done that has made Enzo grin like a crazed, canary-stuffed feline. It’s enough to distract her from the early signs of disaster, though given how close she is to Colt where they both linger on the outskirts, she isn’t exactly able to remain unaware.
Hotaru reaches to grab Enzo’s arm when he bristles, subtly shaking her head and leaving her hand there to keep him tethered at her side. This is a cat fight, and sometimes the only way to get to the bottom of things is to let the claws fly for a bit and see if it can be sorted out naturally. Like wolves - but with a lot more yowling and bristling fur.
Not that she’s happy that her daughter’s big day is devolving into something that is at the very least upsetting to Flora, but Ru would never presume to enforce her daughter’s boundaries on her own turf, no matter how protective she is. Flora has every possible advantage here; this is her birthday, her house, her region. Ru expects a swift conclusion, one she doesn’t put much stock in; her tentative almost-friendship with Colt doesn’t hinge on whether Colt and Flora are friends of their own.
Well. So she thought.
Her name is flung out like a gauntlet in the sand, making golden brows rise sharply on her face, genuine surprise flickering past her neutral guard. The Valkyrie hadn’t expected to be involved, and now she isn’t sure how to feel about the fact she was. Was, because everyone storms in different directions thereafter. Hotaru exhales a slow, tired sound as she releases Enzo, having forgotten she was holding onto him by the end. He peers at her, questioning, but she waves him off silently.
“Not now, sweetheart. Go start the party back up for your sister, will you?” Enzo doesn’t let his frown show, but she can sense it all the same. Nevertheless, he obeys; vanishing from her side to pop up by Flora’s, grin slightly mean at the edges but still dazzling enough to distract and engage. Leaving Hotaru against the wall, twirling her glass, decidedly robbed of her one option for a conversation partner and left with a tangled mess to boot.
Hotaru reaches to grab Enzo’s arm when he bristles, subtly shaking her head and leaving her hand there to keep him tethered at her side. This is a cat fight, and sometimes the only way to get to the bottom of things is to let the claws fly for a bit and see if it can be sorted out naturally. Like wolves - but with a lot more yowling and bristling fur.
Not that she’s happy that her daughter’s big day is devolving into something that is at the very least upsetting to Flora, but Ru would never presume to enforce her daughter’s boundaries on her own turf, no matter how protective she is. Flora has every possible advantage here; this is her birthday, her house, her region. Ru expects a swift conclusion, one she doesn’t put much stock in; her tentative almost-friendship with Colt doesn’t hinge on whether Colt and Flora are friends of their own.
Well. So she thought.
Her name is flung out like a gauntlet in the sand, making golden brows rise sharply on her face, genuine surprise flickering past her neutral guard. The Valkyrie hadn’t expected to be involved, and now she isn’t sure how to feel about the fact she was. Was, because everyone storms in different directions thereafter. Hotaru exhales a slow, tired sound as she releases Enzo, having forgotten she was holding onto him by the end. He peers at her, questioning, but she waves him off silently.
“Not now, sweetheart. Go start the party back up for your sister, will you?” Enzo doesn’t let his frown show, but she can sense it all the same. Nevertheless, he obeys; vanishing from her side to pop up by Flora’s, grin slightly mean at the edges but still dazzling enough to distract and engage. Leaving Hotaru against the wall, twirling her glass, decidedly robbed of her one option for a conversation partner and left with a tangled mess to boot.
beneath those pretty little eyes
Hotaru
