Kellan's attention is both steady and intense, like laying too close to a fire pit and feeling the burn against your skin, but unwilling to turn away from it into the cold of the night. Just as mesmerizing as those flickering flames which have captivated humans since the dawn of their species. Hotaru cannot say what it is about him that is so entrancing. From an impartial standpoint, there is little that stands out about him upon first glance. Yet nevertheless she feels she could whittle away the hours listening to him speak of a world she'll never know, see the flush against his cheeks, barely discernible in the shadows as she offers him the smallest of kindnesses.
If he is captivated by her eyes, she cannot say the same does not happen to her in turn. A hawk's eyes, golden and brilliant, but gentle and soulful just like -
Her heart stutters in her chest as the name surfacing in her mind slams to a halt mid-thought. It is terrifying, that he reminds her so much of one of her past lovers, and yet she finds her lips parting nonetheless. "You remind me of one of them. My beloveds. You have...a very gentle soul." Perhaps she would have been embarrassed by such a forthright admission any other day, but instead all she can feel is that chest-gripping fear, though it does not show on her face. Terrified as ever of love, of companionship, even if he is not remotely close enough to her to offer it up into her hands. Suddenly scared of letting him any closer. Instead grasping to the topic change for dear life. "Thank you. I like to think they would be." Not daring to mention that Ru'in, at least, would not. Or so she thinks. He had been murdered before she had even been brought here, and nothing she does now can change the fact that she'd been too late twice. Instead, she reaches out more boldly than he, laying her hands gently overtop his hand which gently brushes against her dress.
If he is captivated by her eyes, she cannot say the same does not happen to her in turn. A hawk's eyes, golden and brilliant, but gentle and soulful just like -
Her heart stutters in her chest as the name surfacing in her mind slams to a halt mid-thought. It is terrifying, that he reminds her so much of one of her past lovers, and yet she finds her lips parting nonetheless. "You remind me of one of them. My beloveds. You have...a very gentle soul." Perhaps she would have been embarrassed by such a forthright admission any other day, but instead all she can feel is that chest-gripping fear, though it does not show on her face. Terrified as ever of love, of companionship, even if he is not remotely close enough to her to offer it up into her hands. Suddenly scared of letting him any closer. Instead grasping to the topic change for dear life. "Thank you. I like to think they would be." Not daring to mention that Ru'in, at least, would not. Or so she thinks. He had been murdered before she had even been brought here, and nothing she does now can change the fact that she'd been too late twice. Instead, she reaches out more boldly than he, laying her hands gently overtop his hand which gently brushes against her dress.
Hotaru
