HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
“Almost all of them now that word has gotten around.” Amusement clear in her bell-like tone. They had been quite reluctant at first, like a crowd of feral cats who only approached after the first brave member returned unscathed. Noah and Deimos included, though Deimos’ experience had been more mud fights than cucumber slices.
Hotaru mimes zipping her lips, but her smile is kind and her eyes are warm. “Patient confidentiality.” Making light of the topic while still vowing her silence so as not to forsake the calming mood of the massage. Her hands return to Morgan’s dark skin, and once more her fingertips rub and dig into knots and valleys alike. There is little of her skin that remains untouched, and Hotaru mourns their approaching parting.
“I grow only more certain with each day that we will be forced to choose. Though perhaps we will be insignificant enough as Abandoneds to slide beneath the radar.” Unwanted by both sides, and as such given a potential loophole to escape through.
Hotaru mimes zipping her lips, but her smile is kind and her eyes are warm. “Patient confidentiality.” Making light of the topic while still vowing her silence so as not to forsake the calming mood of the massage. Her hands return to Morgan’s dark skin, and once more her fingertips rub and dig into knots and valleys alike. There is little of her skin that remains untouched, and Hotaru mourns their approaching parting.
“I grow only more certain with each day that we will be forced to choose. Though perhaps we will be insignificant enough as Abandoneds to slide beneath the radar.” Unwanted by both sides, and as such given a potential loophole to escape through.
