Hotaru
Hotaru has yet to look up for Frey before, but as she does a warm smile comes to her pretty face. Today they look like a mix of her old flames once more, which hurts as it always will, but there have been a disappointing lack of bedmates to otherwise draw upon. "You're so far away, did you want me to show off the beautiful form you gave me to come chase you?" Mischief sparks in her eyes as she reaches for the grapes she'd just placed in the basket, stroking the round berries with idle fingers in place of warm skin.
Standing, thin slip of a dress hugging where she had been sitting, she saunters over to lean against the trunk of the tree Frey has chosen to look up at them. "How have you been? It seems only fair to ask when we always come seeking things from you." Which she is, yes, but she has been fond of Frey since the moment she learned of the deity. And though she doesn't seem the type outwardly, she has always been afflicted by the curse of too much faith.
Standing, thin slip of a dress hugging where she had been sitting, she saunters over to lean against the trunk of the tree Frey has chosen to look up at them. "How have you been? It seems only fair to ask when we always come seeking things from you." Which she is, yes, but she has been fond of Frey since the moment she learned of the deity. And though she doesn't seem the type outwardly, she has always been afflicted by the curse of too much faith.
Baby it's primal, I want you on all fours
before I let you walk, gotta show me how you crawl
before I let you walk, gotta show me how you crawl
