Hotaru
Hotaru can feel Frey’s lips grinning against her neck and her own mouth quirks in the same. Practically purring with the delight of having pleased her herald. A little praise kink isn’t amiss on her ongoing list of them.
The arm that stretches past her is of indeterminate shade. There is nobody she holds a flame for any longer to be imitated by Frey’s magic. What she finds more interesting is the bag itself, and she listens eagerly as it’s described to her. Leaning backwards into the herald, she turns her head and kisses just under Frey’s jaw as her hand smooths down the length of bared skin of the herald’s arm to pluck the bag into her own hand. “You always make sure they fit my aesthetic,” she laughs, pleased. Her ever-present forearm brace is similarly ornate and far from bulky. “Thank you dearest. I will put them to good use.”
The arm that stretches past her is of indeterminate shade. There is nobody she holds a flame for any longer to be imitated by Frey’s magic. What she finds more interesting is the bag itself, and she listens eagerly as it’s described to her. Leaning backwards into the herald, she turns her head and kisses just under Frey’s jaw as her hand smooths down the length of bared skin of the herald’s arm to pluck the bag into her own hand. “You always make sure they fit my aesthetic,” she laughs, pleased. Her ever-present forearm brace is similarly ornate and far from bulky. “Thank you dearest. I will put them to good use.”
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
