Hotaru
Loathe as she is to part from her teasing, Maeve’s words do not deserve to go unanswered. The heat of her breath shifts dark hair as she laughs, bright teeth pulling away from Maeve’s reddened ear. “Wicked? Moments ago you were calling me dangerous, and kind before that. I’m enjoying the vacillation.” They are all shades of these things of course, but it is all said in jest.
Bossy is apparently next on the list, though Hotaru does not respond to this particular accusation, favoring instead a cut of her eyes over her shoulder as she goes to find the samples, a wickedness to her smirk. The samples are easy to find with her own particularly brutal regime of organization, and they are collected summarily into her palm as she finds her way back to the sitting area. There she sits across from the younger woman, placing the samples down on the table between them. They are various sizes and shapes, some with metal wrapping and some without. All have small flowers already cast inside to display how they would appear as a final product. “These are what I made. Some can have the flowers placed after they’re complete, as they’re hollow and have an opening if you wanted to be able to replace what’s inside. The others I would need the flowers ahead of time in order to cast them before the glass is fired. Of course size and shape, as you can see, are easy enough to change.” Heterochromatic eyes flick back up from the samples, waiting to see if Maeve is drawn to any particular ones.
Bossy is apparently next on the list, though Hotaru does not respond to this particular accusation, favoring instead a cut of her eyes over her shoulder as she goes to find the samples, a wickedness to her smirk. The samples are easy to find with her own particularly brutal regime of organization, and they are collected summarily into her palm as she finds her way back to the sitting area. There she sits across from the younger woman, placing the samples down on the table between them. They are various sizes and shapes, some with metal wrapping and some without. All have small flowers already cast inside to display how they would appear as a final product. “These are what I made. Some can have the flowers placed after they’re complete, as they’re hollow and have an opening if you wanted to be able to replace what’s inside. The others I would need the flowers ahead of time in order to cast them before the glass is fired. Of course size and shape, as you can see, are easy enough to change.” Heterochromatic eyes flick back up from the samples, waiting to see if Maeve is drawn to any particular ones.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
