Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
A soft inhale of surprise and a slight stutter of the motions of her hands is proof of Hotaru's startled response, and then an exhale that molds itself around an amused noise. "Quite beautiful," she compliments sincerely. Only thinking all the more about seeking out Frey for such gifts, to change her nature intrinsically if the god will have her. If only - in the most shallow expression of desire - to join Aisha and Deimos in their inherent bond, to race alongside them and engage in primordial notions.
Interest swells at the name of the Guild; Kiada's creation from what seems so long ago, initially formed in the Grounds. Hotaru had not joined it then, but the interest has not dwindled. "Care for another member perhaps?" There is no rule saying she cannot split her time between the Hunter's guild and the Advocates; if they are even still practicing, despite what the bracelet on her wrist may state. Sunjata has...other things on his mind. All at once her mood sours, and she retreats inside herself, glad that Aisha does not see how her face shutters and only distantly recognizes the teasing flirtations that follow.
There is only one more arm left to do, and though Hotaru would love to extend their time together, Aisha's entire day is not hers to claim either. She moves around the table, the motions familiar as they parallel the woman's first arm she'd worked on. "Best to learn to see past distractions," she teases back, refusing to let her own misery taint this delightful moment they're sharing. "And you are very distracting." Laughing, she squeezes Aisha's wrist, and steps away from the table.
"Alright, beautiful. You're all set. Though I will do my best to convince you to return for a full-body massage someday." Oppositely colored eyes glimmer with flirtatious amusement, resting her hip against the table at Aisha's feet as she waits for the swordswoman to take her own time rising and redressing as needed. She certainly won't be rushed out on Hotaru's watch.
Interest swells at the name of the Guild; Kiada's creation from what seems so long ago, initially formed in the Grounds. Hotaru had not joined it then, but the interest has not dwindled. "Care for another member perhaps?" There is no rule saying she cannot split her time between the Hunter's guild and the Advocates; if they are even still practicing, despite what the bracelet on her wrist may state. Sunjata has...other things on his mind. All at once her mood sours, and she retreats inside herself, glad that Aisha does not see how her face shutters and only distantly recognizes the teasing flirtations that follow.
There is only one more arm left to do, and though Hotaru would love to extend their time together, Aisha's entire day is not hers to claim either. She moves around the table, the motions familiar as they parallel the woman's first arm she'd worked on. "Best to learn to see past distractions," she teases back, refusing to let her own misery taint this delightful moment they're sharing. "And you are very distracting." Laughing, she squeezes Aisha's wrist, and steps away from the table.
"Alright, beautiful. You're all set. Though I will do my best to convince you to return for a full-body massage someday." Oppositely colored eyes glimmer with flirtatious amusement, resting her hip against the table at Aisha's feet as she waits for the swordswoman to take her own time rising and redressing as needed. She certainly won't be rushed out on Hotaru's watch.
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