Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
His laughter is accent-tinted and surprised, as if he is only relearning how to do so. It's charming, and only lends itself to deepening Hotaru's smile. "A song as well? Now I'm almost disappointed you didn't kill me." Trading quips over bloodstained snow and a dead bear? He's practically her new best friend already.
"At least we share our love for the masculine form," she rolls easily, winking his way. Hotaru may not be on his proverbial banquet table, but she can still read the menu from over his shoulder. Her eyes are bigger than her stomach anyway - she's already fucked two demigods. "Scars are merely pathways to touch in the dark." The artistic phrase overturned by the way she wiggles her fingers childishly at him, content in her overt flirtations even when he has turned her down.
The amusement dies as he breathes her name, her sharp senses coming to attention as awareness creeps beneath his tone. As his own face drains, hers goes blank, arms falling limply to her sides. What happened. Two words to describe the destruction of her life. How quaint, she thinks, feeling slightly ill. A feeling that only deepens and twists with understanding as Remi continues. Fucking Safrin. "And where has that led him?" Her own vagueness counters his, unwilling to put much more to words; had he entangled himself in the equivalent of garrotte wire? Would that be Sunjata's fate? "And...you?" Remi, who unlike Hotaru had stayed.
"At least we share our love for the masculine form," she rolls easily, winking his way. Hotaru may not be on his proverbial banquet table, but she can still read the menu from over his shoulder. Her eyes are bigger than her stomach anyway - she's already fucked two demigods. "Scars are merely pathways to touch in the dark." The artistic phrase overturned by the way she wiggles her fingers childishly at him, content in her overt flirtations even when he has turned her down.
The amusement dies as he breathes her name, her sharp senses coming to attention as awareness creeps beneath his tone. As his own face drains, hers goes blank, arms falling limply to her sides. What happened. Two words to describe the destruction of her life. How quaint, she thinks, feeling slightly ill. A feeling that only deepens and twists with understanding as Remi continues. Fucking Safrin. "And where has that led him?" Her own vagueness counters his, unwilling to put much more to words; had he entangled himself in the equivalent of garrotte wire? Would that be Sunjata's fate? "And...you?" Remi, who unlike Hotaru had stayed.
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
