Hotaru
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
Torchline’s heat is a sneeze near an open oven door compared to Hak Etme’s full-tilt broil that sets out to cook you alive before you so much as twitch. Returning will be a reprieve even if Torchline experiences its hottest day on record at the exact same time - what a wild idea. But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
She can’t say she has grown used to the heat, or gods forbid comfortable with it, but there is equally no compounding weight upon her mind or body alike as the project’s end nears. Nothing that makes her itch with the desire to cut and run, or grow snappy and uncooperative. Whether that’s a product of how much she needs this sort of work right now or some testament to her love of taking wild regions, well…up for debate. Preferably after a good night of sleep.
Or as good as you get in the desert.
The next day, Colt is chipper with the end of this phase in sight, and it’s admittedly a bit contagious. Ru catches herself smiling slightly at hearing the whistling as it’s carried without dampening or distortion across the flat sands. It helps the time pass a little faster.
- - -
Ru rinses and repeats!
I used to sing about being free
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
