HOTARU
Hotaru is bent over her cutting table when the door opens, hair pinned up into a rare messy bun. Glancing at the newcomer, she straightens and plucks the pins from her mouth, stabbing them into the fabric top before turning to greet the girl. Her heterochromic eyes flit over the young woman, landing on the anatomy book in her arms and smirking. Propping a hip against the counter she gestures to it with one delicate hand. "My kind of reading darling. What brings you in today? Glass or fabric?" A simple enough question to get started.I am a breathtaking mosaic
of all the battles I've won
of all the battles I've won