Hotaru
It had taken a little longer than either woman had likely expected for the fated day of their reunion to come. With the Skyboats impaired, Hotaru had been forced to wait impatiently for Maeve to find her way back to Torchline before she could use the portal to Halo. But at last the day has come, and with it a whirlwind of preparation. Cleaning, fresh linens, outfit selection, painstaking primping and plucking of her body in the haven of her own spa. Never let it be said that Hotaru does not go to great lengths to impress those she intends to bed. Courting may be off the table for now - such an idea would require far more knowledge of Maeve’s character, and moving on from her own heartbreak - but Hotaru is certainly no slacker even when it comes to a single night with a lovely partner.
As such she can be found astride Atlas as they stand waiting at the portal, furred hood pushed back to reveal long golden hair that is sure to be recognizable even from a distance considering the woman had never met Atlas. The cold does not allow more enticing imagery in the elements, but what lies beneath will be far more intriguing.
As such she can be found astride Atlas as they stand waiting at the portal, furred hood pushed back to reveal long golden hair that is sure to be recognizable even from a distance considering the woman had never met Atlas. The cold does not allow more enticing imagery in the elements, but what lies beneath will be far more intriguing.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
