I could take all that you love
We could get down fading numb
We could get down fading numb
The time it takes for him to consider her offer is blessedly brief, and Hotaru submits herself to his inquiring stare unflinchingly. Confident there is nothing he will find in her countenance to reveal her grief to him; she is far too skilled an actress for such mistakes. But she knows the bargain she presents is entirely tipped in his favor, and intentionally so. There is no real reason for him to turn her down when she has crafted the trade in such a way as to leave him with all the benefits.
Cal's agreement comes moments later, and Hotaru lets the electricity disperse from her hands with a pleased vixen grin that spreads across her lips. One that falters with surprise when he offers his sole hand, momentarily poleaxed by the gesture as the yawning void inside her aches anew with the kindness shown. Still, she doesn't hesitate to place her hand in his, allowing him to help her to her feet. Gods how she has missed being touched and cared for, and she is glad he can't feel the minute tremors in her fingers as her skin lights up wherever his meets it. Tugging on his hand, she walks sideways towards the tables with a come hither smile, patting her free hand against the surface once it's in reach. "Normally I need skin access, but you can strip to whatever you're comfortable with. I'm sure my magic will work through your clothes." So saying Hotaru steps back to give him room to do so, for once uncertain what to do with herself when she would normally be fetching oils and incense.
Cal's agreement comes moments later, and Hotaru lets the electricity disperse from her hands with a pleased vixen grin that spreads across her lips. One that falters with surprise when he offers his sole hand, momentarily poleaxed by the gesture as the yawning void inside her aches anew with the kindness shown. Still, she doesn't hesitate to place her hand in his, allowing him to help her to her feet. Gods how she has missed being touched and cared for, and she is glad he can't feel the minute tremors in her fingers as her skin lights up wherever his meets it. Tugging on his hand, she walks sideways towards the tables with a come hither smile, patting her free hand against the surface once it's in reach. "Normally I need skin access, but you can strip to whatever you're comfortable with. I'm sure my magic will work through your clothes." So saying Hotaru steps back to give him room to do so, for once uncertain what to do with herself when she would normally be fetching oils and incense.
Gasoline kiss on my lips
Tell yourself you know it's me
Tell yourself you know it's me
