Hotaru
Our hearts we have sold
For diamonds and gold
For diamonds and gold
He seems to be making a habit out of surprising her, and he doesn't stop there. Hotaru turns her unfaltering gaze up at him, wondering if he truly means it or if perhaps he is merely telling himself what he wants to hear. "Dangerous words, handsome. And if I took you up on such an offer, would you tuck tail and run? Perhaps I don't want to be shared." There's a thin line being tread here, one between playfulness and sincerity. Lust and connection. An intriguing waltz she has not learned the steps to yet. Her eyes glint with challenge and fascination alike, eagerly awaiting the next move on the chess board. It is more than that of course, more heart than brain, but it keeps the divide a little clearer (safer, perhaps) in her mind.
"It's an option, you merely tip the scales in favor," she teases back, flash of her teeth like those of a vixen's gleaming smile in the dark of a burrow. The idea of being cut off from the rest of the world is her only real reticence, though she knows her family is also the type to throw themselves into various sticky situations. Being there to help mitigate their foolhardy bravery is part of her job description these days.
"I'd not say worried is the best descriptor." It's spoken neutrally, with the same air of amusement their entire conversation has carried. In truth she'd sooner see Zariah dead at her feet than warming any sort of throne with her ass, but you don't say those sort of things to said target's cousin. It's impolite dinner conversation. Or tour conversation, in this case. "I'd enjoy that. If the ale is of similar quality to what you gave me, I'm sure it will be a delightful time even without the stories." A soft huff of a laugh escapes her at the idea, knowing she is no heavy weight considering her stature, but she knows good spirits when she tastes them.
"It's an option, you merely tip the scales in favor," she teases back, flash of her teeth like those of a vixen's gleaming smile in the dark of a burrow. The idea of being cut off from the rest of the world is her only real reticence, though she knows her family is also the type to throw themselves into various sticky situations. Being there to help mitigate their foolhardy bravery is part of her job description these days.
"I'd not say worried is the best descriptor." It's spoken neutrally, with the same air of amusement their entire conversation has carried. In truth she'd sooner see Zariah dead at her feet than warming any sort of throne with her ass, but you don't say those sort of things to said target's cousin. It's impolite dinner conversation. Or tour conversation, in this case. "I'd enjoy that. If the ale is of similar quality to what you gave me, I'm sure it will be a delightful time even without the stories." A soft huff of a laugh escapes her at the idea, knowing she is no heavy weight considering her stature, but she knows good spirits when she tastes them.
But baby take a look
We have it all
We have it all
