Hotaru
She is not unaware of another’s presence, but it’s a distant sort of thing. The hypervigilance of a woman who has seen and weathered too much. It’s not until it’s clear that the other person’s destination is the same does she begin to pay more attention, dark tipped ears spinning to track the sound of dry grass beneath thick-soled boots without letting her eyes drift away. Sure of herself and her senses, her power that will keep her safe. In many ways that surety is influenced by her current form; predatory, lingering at the highest rungs of animalistic hierarchy.
The voice that transcends the space between would have made her falter were she not so sure-footed as a cougar. As it is she whirls, pale verdant eyes wide and pupils thin as she takes in the man at the base of the stairs. In a breath she flings herself back into her human skin, graceless and rushed. Color rises high in her cheeks as she stares down at Noah, torn apart by a collage of emotion she can’t parse. “Noah?” A name like a prayer, shaking on the edges, scared he is some strange mirage produced by the magic of the steps.
The voice that transcends the space between would have made her falter were she not so sure-footed as a cougar. As it is she whirls, pale verdant eyes wide and pupils thin as she takes in the man at the base of the stairs. In a breath she flings herself back into her human skin, graceless and rushed. Color rises high in her cheeks as she stares down at Noah, torn apart by a collage of emotion she can’t parse. “Noah?” A name like a prayer, shaking on the edges, scared he is some strange mirage produced by the magic of the steps.
a sea of whiskey couldn't intoxicate me as much
as a single drop of her
as a single drop of her
