Hotaru
Hotaru can’t help the amusement at her own estimations coming true. Though the chill does bring an impressive pebbling of nipples to the deity’s figure that she can feel in the swell of breasts against her back, the temperature as a whole raises until Hotaru is stripping her own outer coat (Grandmama it’s me, Anastasia).
“I dare say they make the world go round,” she exhales, pleasantly relaxed as she tilts her head further in acquiescence, revealing untouched golden skin. “Absolutely. I’d never used a ranged weapon aside from a hunting bow before,” far too fond of daggers, this one, “but I was pleasantly surprised by the flexibility.”
“I dare say they make the world go round,” she exhales, pleasantly relaxed as she tilts her head further in acquiescence, revealing untouched golden skin. “Absolutely. I’d never used a ranged weapon aside from a hunting bow before,” far too fond of daggers, this one, “but I was pleasantly surprised by the flexibility.”
so many roads, you don't know where you've been
but you still know who you are
but you still know who you are
