Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
Aisha is not the first to open up beneath the combined relaxing properties of the massage and the atmosphere. Hotaru enjoys it, keeping all their stories and secrets like a vault, a currency for future days if the manipulative desire ever strikes her. Unlikely - she considers these people her own, and as such they are spared her darker tendencies, privy only to playful teasing and blackmail. “He speaks highly of you, you’re clearly well trained.” As sincere a compliment as can be given. Deimos’ esteem is quite the crowning achievement. “Do you miss it? The ruling, the regency?” Voice almost imperceptibly softer as she poses the question, wanting to gauge her own feelings against Aisha’s but unwilling to be vulnerable to the point of drawing the woman’s attention.
Paying keen attention to each noise, shudder, and exhalation, Hotaru uses her thumbs to dig into the knots beneath the glistening skin. Tracing the tension up the sides of her neck, careful of her hairline as she gently dips her thumbs into the soft spot at the base of her crown. “Clobbering people with swords is how he shows his love,” chortles free, shaking her own golden head in bemused fondness. Though creation is not far behind, as evidenced by the beautiful golden-pommeled sword her gaze is directed to. “It’s beautiful, truly. Is it your preferred weapon then?” Unsure if Aisha feels prepared to talk about her family or not, Hotaru opens the pathway for a different angle of conversation.
Paying keen attention to each noise, shudder, and exhalation, Hotaru uses her thumbs to dig into the knots beneath the glistening skin. Tracing the tension up the sides of her neck, careful of her hairline as she gently dips her thumbs into the soft spot at the base of her crown. “Clobbering people with swords is how he shows his love,” chortles free, shaking her own golden head in bemused fondness. Though creation is not far behind, as evidenced by the beautiful golden-pommeled sword her gaze is directed to. “It’s beautiful, truly. Is it your preferred weapon then?” Unsure if Aisha feels prepared to talk about her family or not, Hotaru opens the pathway for a different angle of conversation.
HOTARU
