Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
For all the easy transition, it's still mildly unnerving to see a creature turn into a man before her eyes. Such gifts are beyond her still. Though once it is revealed that he is not some new creation of Caido for her to slay, Hotaru slings her bow over her shoulder and crosses the distance between them, the crunch of snow beneath her boots more than enough announcement of her presence if the man is as sharp a predator as he has already proven himself to be.
As he turns, blood a striking contrast to his fair skin and leathers, she is admittedly surprised to see that his face is recognizable. Remi, if she recalls correctly (and she always does). His boyish befuddlement inspires a grin of her own, and she turns to reach into Atlas' saddlebag to pull a cloth free and hand it to Remi with a playful flair of her wrist. "Me indeed. Quite the takedown there, if a bit messy." Here her heterochromatic eyes dip to the cloth, waiting to see if he will take it. Only then does she step up to the ursur's body, planting her foot on its neck to rip her arrow free and flick the blood off the head, twirling it idly between her fingers as she turns her attention back to Remi. "What form is that? It's magnificent." Eyes tracing the wings still draping onto the snow with an appreciative look.
As he turns, blood a striking contrast to his fair skin and leathers, she is admittedly surprised to see that his face is recognizable. Remi, if she recalls correctly (and she always does). His boyish befuddlement inspires a grin of her own, and she turns to reach into Atlas' saddlebag to pull a cloth free and hand it to Remi with a playful flair of her wrist. "Me indeed. Quite the takedown there, if a bit messy." Here her heterochromatic eyes dip to the cloth, waiting to see if he will take it. Only then does she step up to the ursur's body, planting her foot on its neck to rip her arrow free and flick the blood off the head, twirling it idly between her fingers as she turns her attention back to Remi. "What form is that? It's magnificent." Eyes tracing the wings still draping onto the snow with an appreciative look.
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
