maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
Hotaru waves the girl's gratitude away with a graceful hand, honed by years of seamstress work. Only for her hand to fall to the rope behind her with a startled jerk as Seren abruptly flops down, spurring laughter from her throat at the foxlike mischief that crosses the girl's fair features. It's a good look on her, if far from honed as it could be. Hotaru matches her grin, throwing herself against the rope to make it swing all the more, the rush of danger as they tempt fate together like shocks in her bloodstream. Who knows what lies beneath?
"No, it's been quite beautiful but dreadfully boring." Her tone whines slightly, tossing her head back until she's leaning backwards halfway over the rope. Turning her head to grin and wink at the young woman; "Until you arrived of course." Straightening, she tries to grab for Seren's hand, and begins striding for the opposite side of the bridge the girl had come from, hoping to drag her along at an excited clip. "Why don't we go find something more exciting and find out together?" Tossing her glittering gaze over her shoulder, blonde hair askew and smile enticing.
"No, it's been quite beautiful but dreadfully boring." Her tone whines slightly, tossing her head back until she's leaning backwards halfway over the rope. Turning her head to grin and wink at the young woman; "Until you arrived of course." Straightening, she tries to grab for Seren's hand, and begins striding for the opposite side of the bridge the girl had come from, hoping to drag her along at an excited clip. "Why don't we go find something more exciting and find out together?" Tossing her glittering gaze over her shoulder, blonde hair askew and smile enticing.
