Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
Atlas is efficient as always, blowing warm air over Sunjata’s messy locks in some measure of affection and allowing the pat to his flank before summarily departing. Hotaru rolls her eyes at him but obligingly gets up to close the back door behind him. She laments the time missed bonding with him during her sickness, but he is still young. There will be time to learn and foster his personality.
The flex and coil of Sunjata’s wing is mesmerizing, and brings a smile to her face as she notes the increased ease with which it’s done this time. ”You’re welcome,” she says plainly, though she doesn’t feel it necessary. She would do the same and more if it meant easing his aches and pains. This, at least, is something she can steal back from Shaju. A burden of memory she can take from Sunjata’s shoulders.
Ah yes, the new shift. She hasn’t seen it yet, and her lips curl into a delighted smile at the prospect. ”We have plenty of room,” she agrees as she takes her own bite of the steak. Letting him choose how soon he’d like to do so, aware of the exhaustion that saps at him like quicksand.
The flex and coil of Sunjata’s wing is mesmerizing, and brings a smile to her face as she notes the increased ease with which it’s done this time. ”You’re welcome,” she says plainly, though she doesn’t feel it necessary. She would do the same and more if it meant easing his aches and pains. This, at least, is something she can steal back from Shaju. A burden of memory she can take from Sunjata’s shoulders.
Ah yes, the new shift. She hasn’t seen it yet, and her lips curl into a delighted smile at the prospect. ”We have plenty of room,” she agrees as she takes her own bite of the steak. Letting him choose how soon he’d like to do so, aware of the exhaustion that saps at him like quicksand.
HOTARU
