Hotaru
I know there are angels singing somewhere
I hope they sing for us
It is without a doubt the most pleasurable rebirth anyone could ever ask for. Hotaru falls into Frey’s arms like a stone into the sea, body and soul flayed open and burning with desire, physical and spiritual. Her moans are rapturous, ringing as loud as any choral hymn. I hope they sing for us
It may be Sunjata’s arms around her, but there is no denying the godly weight behind each touch, the impossibility of the all-consuming nature of the pleasure they deliver. Still, there is something sweet to being reborn in the arms of her lover and her god simultaneously. Meringue icing on an otherwise depraved moment of indulgence. Hotaru’s hands grip tightly around Frey’s throat, nerves lighting up like fireworks to be the one on this side of the equation, and to be able to feel it. If she had any sense to think past the heat of Frey’s body or the novelty of it all, she’d make a mental note to pursue this little trick for herself later down the line.
Sweat-drenched and trembling, Hotaru chases their orgasms until she feels burned through, and lies shivering under the sun in Frey’s arms in the aftermath; remade.
- Fin <333
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance
and our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
and our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
