Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
The exaggerated imitation sparks a bubble of laughter out of her, startled and pure in a way she doesn't normally readily reveal, but it's far too amusing to try and reign it in. "Admittedly he's not much more verbose or imaginative than exactly that," she manages to eek out between bright spots of laughter. Though Deimos is far more open with her in private, she is quite adept at reading between the lines even when they are at the Barracks, and it's clear he holds Aisha in high esteem. It had certainly made Hotaru eager to meet the swordsmaster herself.
A soft hum of understanding escapes her at Aisha's answer, her own gaze going distant where the beauty cannot see it. "I feel the same. Though it still astounds me, how nomadic everyone is here. Culture shock, I suppose." Loyalties not tied so deeply to land, kingdoms, and titles. Transient and ever-moving, capable of being more self-serving. Not that that bothers Hotaru itself of course, she is certainly no judge when it comes to that.
The tension makes her slow, though she doesn't stop. Just enough to let Aisha adjust to the sensation before exerting further pressure, and it's rewarding to watch her exhale and melt when she gives into it trustingly. "I wouldn't say no to lessons, not if they're from you," she coos, using her thumbs to trace Aisha's hairline to the very back edge of her jawbone. "Admittedly I use shorter blades more frequently, so my actual sword skills are good but I can guarantee not to your level." She's more of a dagger girl, getting up close and personal and dispatching people silently. Not that she - or Deimos for that matter - would ever accept anything less than proficiency with any weapon.
A soft hum of understanding escapes her at Aisha's answer, her own gaze going distant where the beauty cannot see it. "I feel the same. Though it still astounds me, how nomadic everyone is here. Culture shock, I suppose." Loyalties not tied so deeply to land, kingdoms, and titles. Transient and ever-moving, capable of being more self-serving. Not that that bothers Hotaru itself of course, she is certainly no judge when it comes to that.
The tension makes her slow, though she doesn't stop. Just enough to let Aisha adjust to the sensation before exerting further pressure, and it's rewarding to watch her exhale and melt when she gives into it trustingly. "I wouldn't say no to lessons, not if they're from you," she coos, using her thumbs to trace Aisha's hairline to the very back edge of her jawbone. "Admittedly I use shorter blades more frequently, so my actual sword skills are good but I can guarantee not to your level." She's more of a dagger girl, getting up close and personal and dispatching people silently. Not that she - or Deimos for that matter - would ever accept anything less than proficiency with any weapon.
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