softness has garnered me nothing but misery
"Neither of us is very good at the whole optimism thing," she points out with a small smile, voice soft and far from damning. Neither of them has the experience necessary to shape them into those types of people. But they're here together all the same, weathering this storm side by side. Hotaru knows if Nate does not return home to their arms, they will collapse into each other like an archway with no top. Shattered but still leaning upon their other pair. All she can do is pray, with her useless amount of faith that LongNight swallows up regardless.
There's no way of telling that he lies when he speaks it. No suspicion wells within her, so consumed with other worries and with so few tells of his to notice in the first place. No metaphysical bond to rely upon to sniff out his secrets. For once, her trust in the honesty they've built together - not that it was easy to do - is her downfall. Laughing softly at the explanation, she runs the back of a knuckle gently down the undamaged skin of his wing. "Guess I can't call you flyboy then, huh? Seems you need some more practice."
He shifts them both, and Hotaru goes easily. Not that it's hard for him she's sure with his own strength and her lack of...well...anything. She does twist languorously in his grip as he settles, legs curling up between his own splayed ones to curl sideways against his chest as he wraps them in a warm cocoon of furs. Clearly she was wrong earlier; this is where she feels the safest. Even if the absence of Nate's body still feels like a gaping hole. "I won't complain about a free show," she murmurs as she leans up to kiss his jaw, hands idly smoothing over his skin. Nothing enticing, merely reacquainting herself with all the new scars and textures that have accumulated in her absence. "I wonder what sort of form I'd take if I was like you." It's idle musing, but part of her longs for it. Misses her old form, the freedoms it had awarded her. But with how much she has changed, what would she even appear as now? "I almost wish I could."
There's no way of telling that he lies when he speaks it. No suspicion wells within her, so consumed with other worries and with so few tells of his to notice in the first place. No metaphysical bond to rely upon to sniff out his secrets. For once, her trust in the honesty they've built together - not that it was easy to do - is her downfall. Laughing softly at the explanation, she runs the back of a knuckle gently down the undamaged skin of his wing. "Guess I can't call you flyboy then, huh? Seems you need some more practice."
He shifts them both, and Hotaru goes easily. Not that it's hard for him she's sure with his own strength and her lack of...well...anything. She does twist languorously in his grip as he settles, legs curling up between his own splayed ones to curl sideways against his chest as he wraps them in a warm cocoon of furs. Clearly she was wrong earlier; this is where she feels the safest. Even if the absence of Nate's body still feels like a gaping hole. "I won't complain about a free show," she murmurs as she leans up to kiss his jaw, hands idly smoothing over his skin. Nothing enticing, merely reacquainting herself with all the new scars and textures that have accumulated in her absence. "I wonder what sort of form I'd take if I was like you." It's idle musing, but part of her longs for it. Misses her old form, the freedoms it had awarded her. But with how much she has changed, what would she even appear as now? "I almost wish I could."
