Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
Aisha is both one of the easiest and most intricate patrons yet. Her muscles are well-worked and fatigued, plentiful as well, and yet she opens up beneath Hotaru's hands like a blooming flower. No residual wariness or discomfort to hinder the process. While Hotaru always enjoys loosening up and healing each client, she's definitely enjoying this session much more than normal.
Her interest is not unexpected with how tight-lipped and mysterious Deimos can unintentionally be. Laughing brightly, Hotaru focuses on starting at the base of Aisha's shoulders as she considers how much of so many years she can condense and share. "Oh yes. We ruled a kingdom together, invaded and overtook many lands, fought side-by-side for countless years." She misses those days, somehow both simpler and more convoluted than what Caido presents. "And smaller things, of course. I've been a thorn in his side since I was a starry-eyed teen." Well, starry-eyed is perhaps too kind a descriptor for the hellion she'd been back then. A widely feared and prolific thief, a manipulative wench who collected secrets and blackmail like shiny rocks.
Hands curving upwards to begin working at the knots in Aisha's trapezius, Hotaru grins at the knowledge that Deimos has acquired yet another burr in the form of a mischievous woman. "He's just so fun," she chortles. "Though he can give as good as he gets, even if he hides it well. Devil man." It's spoken with unbearable fondness, unashamed of the connection she has with the Sword.
Her interest is not unexpected with how tight-lipped and mysterious Deimos can unintentionally be. Laughing brightly, Hotaru focuses on starting at the base of Aisha's shoulders as she considers how much of so many years she can condense and share. "Oh yes. We ruled a kingdom together, invaded and overtook many lands, fought side-by-side for countless years." She misses those days, somehow both simpler and more convoluted than what Caido presents. "And smaller things, of course. I've been a thorn in his side since I was a starry-eyed teen." Well, starry-eyed is perhaps too kind a descriptor for the hellion she'd been back then. A widely feared and prolific thief, a manipulative wench who collected secrets and blackmail like shiny rocks.
Hands curving upwards to begin working at the knots in Aisha's trapezius, Hotaru grins at the knowledge that Deimos has acquired yet another burr in the form of a mischievous woman. "He's just so fun," she chortles. "Though he can give as good as he gets, even if he hides it well. Devil man." It's spoken with unbearable fondness, unashamed of the connection she has with the Sword.
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