HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
A curl of laughter like smoke escapes at Morgan’s understandable doubt. “Many are sent by frustrated spouses, and look as if I intend to pull their teeth from their head with my bare hands.” Halovians were so alike the citizens of her own glacial kingdom, and their reticence only endears her more instead of chasing her away. “I can at least say they leave and spread the word, so I’ll take it as a compliment.” Vixen grin firmly coiled in place, the blonde winks and turns to the cabinet while Morgan finished disrobing.
At the question Hotaru smiles and gestures to the bottom shelf of the cabinet and the smooth pale-sized stones that lay there. “Not at all, they’re rather small. They’re smooth so they won’t irritate your skin.” Erasing any preconceived notions of what the word could have meant. There is nothing here that is crafted for the purpose of harm and damage - except the masseuse herself.
While Morgan showers, Hotaru ties up her own hair and sheds her cardigan, leaving only a soft t-shirt that leaves her arms bare and ready for work. When the Warden returns Hotaru nods and returns to her collection, contemplating before plucking a mild spruce scent from her incense and a matching moss oil. Returning, she lets lightning form in a controlled spark between her fingertips, lighting the incense with it and snuffing the flame to set it smoking in its stand on the table where she also sets the oil. Turning back to Morgan, she gives a warm smile. "Go ahead and lay down on your front. I'm going to start with your mid-back and up to your shoulders, and then we'll do some hot stones and I'll finish out with you sitting up." Laying out each step so that nothing will be a surprise, everything within reach and easily rejected if necessary.
Waiting for Morgan to acquiesce, Hotaru reaches for the oil bottle again and puts a few drops in her palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. She doesn't notice the bites yet, but the one on her own neck only ensures that there will be no judgement from her here. "How was LongNight? I understand you were in the Grounds for it. I'm glad to see you've returned unharmed at least." Sincere and meaningful. Morgan is perhaps one of the few individuals that Hotaru would be - if not disappointed - saddened to see harmed or lost. She is a fine ruler.
At the question Hotaru smiles and gestures to the bottom shelf of the cabinet and the smooth pale-sized stones that lay there. “Not at all, they’re rather small. They’re smooth so they won’t irritate your skin.” Erasing any preconceived notions of what the word could have meant. There is nothing here that is crafted for the purpose of harm and damage - except the masseuse herself.
While Morgan showers, Hotaru ties up her own hair and sheds her cardigan, leaving only a soft t-shirt that leaves her arms bare and ready for work. When the Warden returns Hotaru nods and returns to her collection, contemplating before plucking a mild spruce scent from her incense and a matching moss oil. Returning, she lets lightning form in a controlled spark between her fingertips, lighting the incense with it and snuffing the flame to set it smoking in its stand on the table where she also sets the oil. Turning back to Morgan, she gives a warm smile. "Go ahead and lay down on your front. I'm going to start with your mid-back and up to your shoulders, and then we'll do some hot stones and I'll finish out with you sitting up." Laying out each step so that nothing will be a surprise, everything within reach and easily rejected if necessary.
Waiting for Morgan to acquiesce, Hotaru reaches for the oil bottle again and puts a few drops in her palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. She doesn't notice the bites yet, but the one on her own neck only ensures that there will be no judgement from her here. "How was LongNight? I understand you were in the Grounds for it. I'm glad to see you've returned unharmed at least." Sincere and meaningful. Morgan is perhaps one of the few individuals that Hotaru would be - if not disappointed - saddened to see harmed or lost. She is a fine ruler.
