Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
Aisha only endears herself further to the Valkyrie when she agreed readily, no outright antagonism in her reaction. As much as Hotaru disapproves of the Voice herself - far too much trauma and suspicion to counter - she is tied too deeply to the Ascended themselves. Ironic then that what had once been a land against them has become a relative haven; Morgan’s stance had changed over time, and her people had followed stalwart and loyal behind her.
“It’s definitely an annoying journey,” she laughs brightly, both hands moving to massage Aisha’s left arm first, fingertips gentle around the elbow and digging firm into the muscles of her forearm. Sparing no centimeter of skin in her endeavor to leave the woman boneless and pleased - in the professional manner of course. “Admittedly, I’m lucky Atlas does not mind carrying me there.” The unicorn gives a huff from the fireplace where he lounges, and she grins at the emotions she feels trickling from his side of the bond.
Her ears perk at the mention of a guild, and she takes a moment to gather more oil while she curiously eyes what she can see of Aisha’s profile. “A guild? Well now you have my interest. What guild are you building?” Not that she’s going to overlook the rest of her statement of course. Hotaru is far too self-serving and interested in the woman to do something like that. “I may think you have alternative ideas if you invite me to an inn,” she purrs, warm laughter spilling like water over her tongue. “Then I would arrive woefully underdressed for the occasion.”
“It’s definitely an annoying journey,” she laughs brightly, both hands moving to massage Aisha’s left arm first, fingertips gentle around the elbow and digging firm into the muscles of her forearm. Sparing no centimeter of skin in her endeavor to leave the woman boneless and pleased - in the professional manner of course. “Admittedly, I’m lucky Atlas does not mind carrying me there.” The unicorn gives a huff from the fireplace where he lounges, and she grins at the emotions she feels trickling from his side of the bond.
Her ears perk at the mention of a guild, and she takes a moment to gather more oil while she curiously eyes what she can see of Aisha’s profile. “A guild? Well now you have my interest. What guild are you building?” Not that she’s going to overlook the rest of her statement of course. Hotaru is far too self-serving and interested in the woman to do something like that. “I may think you have alternative ideas if you invite me to an inn,” she purrs, warm laughter spilling like water over her tongue. “Then I would arrive woefully underdressed for the occasion.”
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