HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
The knock warrants a distracted call to come inside, though whether he hears it at all is questionable. He comes in all the same, so clearly it didn't matter much to start. Sitting up on her knees and stretching out her back, arms overhead and clasped together as she works out the gathering soreness there, the Valkyrie turns to smile at Boreal before turning her attention fully to Talyson. Her expression swiftly morphs into one of feigned severity, plucking her scissors from the floor to brandish them at the younger man.
"I shall make you into curtains if you insult my dress, Seawright," she threatens loftily, only to discard her scissors once more and stand smoothly, crossing the fabric in socked feet to join him. "How was the voyage?" Hands dancing along the table impatiently as she awaits her package to be deposited.
"I shall make you into curtains if you insult my dress, Seawright," she threatens loftily, only to discard her scissors once more and stand smoothly, crossing the fabric in socked feet to join him. "How was the voyage?" Hands dancing along the table impatiently as she awaits her package to be deposited.
