moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
There was really no fighting the final blow, not when she's still half-stuck in a snowbank and looking like a drown kitten. Nonetheless there's still enough air and fire in her to feebly shield herself from the onslaught of snow, breathless with laughter and childlike joy. Her eyes sparkle with a lightheartedness that she hasn't felt in years. For all the snow may weigh on her, converging on her shoulders and wetting down her champagne hair, her spirit is lighter than it has ever been in contrast.
Hotaru shamelessly grabs onto Deimos' clothes to haul herself up, tottering in the snow and flush with lingering chill and exertion alike. "You owe me a hot drink, clearly I was outmatched," she laughs, dusting off snow from herself and turning to grin at the man beside her. She'll weasel it out of him regardless of whether he agrees, but at least she lets him know. And then she would steal his fireplace, because he was unfairly large and the world was cruel in its desire to make her even smaller than before.
Even if it did lead to some amazing fun.
Hotaru shamelessly grabs onto Deimos' clothes to haul herself up, tottering in the snow and flush with lingering chill and exertion alike. "You owe me a hot drink, clearly I was outmatched," she laughs, dusting off snow from herself and turning to grin at the man beside her. She'll weasel it out of him regardless of whether he agrees, but at least she lets him know. And then she would steal his fireplace, because he was unfairly large and the world was cruel in its desire to make her even smaller than before.
Even if it did lead to some amazing fun.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
