I could take all that you love
We could get down fading numb
We could get down fading numb
"I wonder then if being unaware for so long used up all your given luck," is her rebuttal, eyes gleaming in the firelight as she smirks, closed-lipped and foxlike in comparison to his own bared fangs and curled corners. "Being awake but stuck for over three hundred years would likely be torturous on the mind, even with The Voice's modifications. You'd hate to hear your own voice." A lighthearted end to a darker proposition, envisioning him talking to himself for years on end - incapable of going hoarse, unable to even sleep. Hotaru can envision no grander torture.
His surprise is sweeter than the sugar in her tea, and Hotaru simpers at him, aiming a feigned look of innocence his way. "Why, do you doubt me? You wound me, Cal." Tongue curling around the syllable of his name with a lilting, purring quality. Happy to be brief in her flirtations, darting here and there between their conversation instead of derailing it entirely. Though his assurances are unnecessary, they are sweet, and a small part of her softens at it, which makes his next question all the more painful with the slight weakening of her guard.
Of course, Hotaru is blessed to be an impeccable actress, and the only sign of her grief is a slight stiffening of her smile that quickly bleeds away into a flirtatious expression in less than the blink of an eye. "I don't consider anything to be out of my wheelhouse handsome," she purrs, brushing her hair back to reveal the silvery bitemark scars on her throat, usually concealed in the paleness of her skin but drawn out by the flickering nature of the firelight. Her fingertips ghost over them, and the reminder makes her shiver plainly. "I find I can make you feel if I use my magic a certain way," she murmurs, peering at him from half-lidded eyes as she pulls her fingers away from her throat and lets sparks dance along the length of them. "A bit more interesting than a simple bite, hm?" Not that the bite itself is understated in any way with how it lets Ascended feel for that brief moment.
His surprise is sweeter than the sugar in her tea, and Hotaru simpers at him, aiming a feigned look of innocence his way. "Why, do you doubt me? You wound me, Cal." Tongue curling around the syllable of his name with a lilting, purring quality. Happy to be brief in her flirtations, darting here and there between their conversation instead of derailing it entirely. Though his assurances are unnecessary, they are sweet, and a small part of her softens at it, which makes his next question all the more painful with the slight weakening of her guard.
Of course, Hotaru is blessed to be an impeccable actress, and the only sign of her grief is a slight stiffening of her smile that quickly bleeds away into a flirtatious expression in less than the blink of an eye. "I don't consider anything to be out of my wheelhouse handsome," she purrs, brushing her hair back to reveal the silvery bitemark scars on her throat, usually concealed in the paleness of her skin but drawn out by the flickering nature of the firelight. Her fingertips ghost over them, and the reminder makes her shiver plainly. "I find I can make you feel if I use my magic a certain way," she murmurs, peering at him from half-lidded eyes as she pulls her fingers away from her throat and lets sparks dance along the length of them. "A bit more interesting than a simple bite, hm?" Not that the bite itself is understated in any way with how it lets Ascended feel for that brief moment.
Gasoline kiss on my lips
Tell yourself you know it's me
Tell yourself you know it's me
