Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
Hotaru watches her face shamelessly, the closed eyes and breaths that no longer needed to be taken expanding Maea’s pale chest. Curious as to her reception of the words, but in the way one might be curious of a peculiar bug. Her answer wouldn’t change regardless. Only Maea could shape her own acceptance of the idea now. “You’re welcome.” Nothing more, nothing less. Any old fool could give their opinion after all, and is that not what she is these days?Pale brows rise slowly in surprise at the rather unexpected question. “The level of boldness depends, I think, on how you expect me to show you. What did you have in mind?” The implications were all there, but until Maea asked outright, Hotaru would withhold her judgment of just how bold it really was. And how accommodating she was willing to be.
