I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
Hotaru looks between them in the dark of the room, the woman’s face lit by flame that dances in the gleam of her freshly awoken eyes. It is gone a moment later, and Hotaru’s eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness without the aid of feline eyes. Remi seems lost, and so Hotaru steps forward, relatively comfortable with her nude state and willing to turn Via’s attention to herself.
“I’m Hotaru. It’s nice to finally meet you Vai.” The woman’s presence in Torchline had been one marked by kindness and happy reception, but Hotaru had never had the time to meet her before…well. Everything. “I’m sorry we troubled you so late. And to trouble you again by perhaps asking for clothes, or a sheet?” Though amusement is clear in her smile, there is a genuine regret to have stampeded over Vai’s plans for a comfortable night of sleep.
“I’m Hotaru. It’s nice to finally meet you Vai.” The woman’s presence in Torchline had been one marked by kindness and happy reception, but Hotaru had never had the time to meet her before…well. Everything. “I’m sorry we troubled you so late. And to trouble you again by perhaps asking for clothes, or a sheet?” Though amusement is clear in her smile, there is a genuine regret to have stampeded over Vai’s plans for a comfortable night of sleep.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
