softness has garnered me nothing but misery
The texture of his wing is still foreign to her. Just another change she has missed out on in her time away. All the same, there's nothing here for her to fear or squirm away from. Sunjata has always been of the animalistic taste, it is merely an extension of his soul, and she curls within the pocket of accumulating heat as if it were any other limb. Her lips turn to press against the highest point of his shoulder, and as such he can surely feel the way they turn down into a pensive frown at his words. "Look how well those promises held up last time," she mutters darkly, though her words are not as venomous as they both know she's capable of. Hotaru cannot fully blame Wessex for what happened, but it doesn't ease the sting either.
"Not sure I would be any better in your shoes alone," she admits softly, still pressing idle kisses against his skin. Nate had been the gravity that finally drew them together after all. He's their center in many ways. For a moment she sits in silence, watching the natural light from the window disappear until only the oil lamps and their orange glow remain. "How did you hurt your wing?" With how much trouble her boys find themselves in, it could be anything, but anything to keep the pair of them distracted and to fill in the gaps of what she has missed she'll take.
"Not sure I would be any better in your shoes alone," she admits softly, still pressing idle kisses against his skin. Nate had been the gravity that finally drew them together after all. He's their center in many ways. For a moment she sits in silence, watching the natural light from the window disappear until only the oil lamps and their orange glow remain. "How did you hurt your wing?" With how much trouble her boys find themselves in, it could be anything, but anything to keep the pair of them distracted and to fill in the gaps of what she has missed she'll take.
