Hotaru
The glare of the sun is both a help and a hindrance when it comes to noticing and identifying any others in the area. Luckily they seem to spot one another at the same time, and Melita’s vivacious vocals are familiar long before her squinted gaze can discern the girl’s figure. Dropping the hand previously shading her eyes, Ru smiles and gathers her dress to more speedily arrive at the honeybee’s side.
If the girl questions where they stand, she need not. Ru squats down beside her, wrapping an arm around freckled shoulders in a brief, firm squeeze, dropping a chaste kiss into fiery tresses. “Hello my girl. I’m just taking a stroll - but what in the world are you doing with that ash?” The haphazard, careless collection is indicative of Melita’s personality, yes, but it also brings a bubbling undertone of laughter to the Valkyrie’s words.
If the girl questions where they stand, she need not. Ru squats down beside her, wrapping an arm around freckled shoulders in a brief, firm squeeze, dropping a chaste kiss into fiery tresses. “Hello my girl. I’m just taking a stroll - but what in the world are you doing with that ash?” The haphazard, careless collection is indicative of Melita’s personality, yes, but it also brings a bubbling undertone of laughter to the Valkyrie’s words.
from the base of her neck to the arch of her eyelids
her beauty made a slave of me
her beauty made a slave of me
