Hotaru
Our hearts we have sold
For diamonds and gold
For diamonds and gold
It's a game of cat and mouse that she's quite happy to play, if only to determine who is playing which role. She certainly isn't going to back down from a little invasion of personal space, and instead leans closer to barely brush their noses before smoothly retreating. "Flatterer. Do you have all the girls here swooning for you too?" Hotaru wouldn't be surprised in the least if he was as confident and bold as he'd been on the beach. Alcohol notwithstanding.
The closeness afford her the opportunity to comfort him to the best of her abilities. Perhaps she needs it for herself as well, considering how little time has been given to her to mourn the girl. "What matters is the quality of their friendship, not the quantity. Which makes it all the harder when we lose them." It's spoken softly, but internally she can't help but agree. Hotaru is definitely more likable these days, more subtle in her manipulations, but she still does not have very many friends either. They're quite the pair really.
And speaking of pairs. "Unfortunately we can't choose our blood family, but we can certainly run as far in the opposite direction as we can." The wry twist of her expression communicates just how well she understands his plight. While she may not be related to them by blood, they are still her family. Deimos, Rexanna, Kiada...they are all that remains of such emotional ties from a world before. His question takes her quite off guard, though she only lets slip the quick blink of her eyes and parting of her mouth before she catches herself with a laugh. "I'm not averse to it per se, but most don't prefer someone like me long-term. I've not had good experiences with those I've paired with in the past, unfortunately." In fact every time her heart had been broken, which had only driven home the point that she is safer and more powerful on her own.
The brush of his leg against hers makes her smirk into the lip of her wine glass, pressing back subtly in open invitation of the touch. It's not as if he hasn't explored far more interesting parts of her body. "What answer would intrigue you the most? A nostalgic Queen chasing ghosts? A devious usurper performing reconnaissance? A lonely girl looking for someone to warm her bed?" She chuckles and takes another sip of the addicting wine. In truth it could be all or none of them, what matters is what he believes.
The closeness afford her the opportunity to comfort him to the best of her abilities. Perhaps she needs it for herself as well, considering how little time has been given to her to mourn the girl. "What matters is the quality of their friendship, not the quantity. Which makes it all the harder when we lose them." It's spoken softly, but internally she can't help but agree. Hotaru is definitely more likable these days, more subtle in her manipulations, but she still does not have very many friends either. They're quite the pair really.
And speaking of pairs. "Unfortunately we can't choose our blood family, but we can certainly run as far in the opposite direction as we can." The wry twist of her expression communicates just how well she understands his plight. While she may not be related to them by blood, they are still her family. Deimos, Rexanna, Kiada...they are all that remains of such emotional ties from a world before. His question takes her quite off guard, though she only lets slip the quick blink of her eyes and parting of her mouth before she catches herself with a laugh. "I'm not averse to it per se, but most don't prefer someone like me long-term. I've not had good experiences with those I've paired with in the past, unfortunately." In fact every time her heart had been broken, which had only driven home the point that she is safer and more powerful on her own.
The brush of his leg against hers makes her smirk into the lip of her wine glass, pressing back subtly in open invitation of the touch. It's not as if he hasn't explored far more interesting parts of her body. "What answer would intrigue you the most? A nostalgic Queen chasing ghosts? A devious usurper performing reconnaissance? A lonely girl looking for someone to warm her bed?" She chuckles and takes another sip of the addicting wine. In truth it could be all or none of them, what matters is what he believes.
But baby take a look
We have it all
We have it all
