If the sky should fall

Hotaru

Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold

He falls perfectly into her trap, making it almost impossible to refrain from grinning - but it’s more fun to affect an expression of hurt, a slight swell to her bottom lip in the vestiges of a pout. “Oh? So you’re saying I’m not enough of a challenge?” Though he’s admittedly a perfect opponent even for her theatrics, because she can’t hide the much more honest appreciative side-eye she gives him at the idea of watching him workout half naked. It cuts her feigned offense at the knees, damn him. “So how soon are we talking?” she simpers in return, humor clear in her tone and the bubble of laughter swelling beneath, scarcely restrained.

The wrinkle of her nose expresses her disapproval at the prospect that it’s his scars that intimidate, but she refrains from any form of rebuttal. Whether it’s true or not, Ru despises the idea that anyone can be frightened by his badges of survival. Then again, she’s entirely biased and she knows it, with so few scars to her own name and too much love for the man in question. Her own eyes catch and hold the moment they meet his, equally as helpless.

“Of course. I want to see it all.” Maybe not immediately, but she doesn’t want there to be any inch of him she hasn’t memorized, a single iota of soul and power she hasn’t familiarized herself with.

Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time