softness has garnered me nothing but misery
"You're leaving me far too many size jokes to make at your expense my love," she teases, trying to help draw the darkness from not only his mind but her own. It's difficult to do so, but Hotaru knows Nate would be knocking their skulls together for sitting in silence in a dread more akin to mourning if he were there. Distraction is better than nothing. Better than stewing in what ifs or watching the hours tick by as they twiddle their thumbs. Not much better, but still. Passable.
His hands are gentle in her hair, soft and silky as it has returned to being from her unintentional venture into the wilds. As he does, her own hands smooth back from his ribs to touch gently once more at his wings, reminded of their presence by his words. "If it helps you heal, I can take the couch and you can have the bed alone." Neither of them are very active sleepers in terms of movement, but his healing is far more important to her than being able to hold him close at night.
"Think I'd be a bigger cat than you? Make you show your belly?" It's spoken with a sharp-edged grin, eyes flickering in the lamplight with the idea of pinning him down in a form larger than his for once. "You couldn't chase me around even in your dog form then. Predator instincts or no." Hotaru sidles around until she's facing him, mischievous and pleased as punch with the idea. She may love the weight of his hands, the way he can pull and push her around, but the part of her that is used to having her opponent beneath her heel preens at the idea of giving him his just desserts.
His hands are gentle in her hair, soft and silky as it has returned to being from her unintentional venture into the wilds. As he does, her own hands smooth back from his ribs to touch gently once more at his wings, reminded of their presence by his words. "If it helps you heal, I can take the couch and you can have the bed alone." Neither of them are very active sleepers in terms of movement, but his healing is far more important to her than being able to hold him close at night.
"Think I'd be a bigger cat than you? Make you show your belly?" It's spoken with a sharp-edged grin, eyes flickering in the lamplight with the idea of pinning him down in a form larger than his for once. "You couldn't chase me around even in your dog form then. Predator instincts or no." Hotaru sidles around until she's facing him, mischievous and pleased as punch with the idea. She may love the weight of his hands, the way he can pull and push her around, but the part of her that is used to having her opponent beneath her heel preens at the idea of giving him his just desserts.
