Hotaru
He watches the cat, and she watches him. Though his eyes are concealed his body speaks a language all its own. Expressive, untrained in the art of deception and control. She would not have him any other way, so young and untried by the world, and she appreciated the opportunity to simply observe him. Tense, focused, eager.
The hand as it rises is tracked by the cougar’s eyes, a wonderful tactic. The moonlight strikes the slitted pupils, and the predator’s presence becomes all the clearer because of it. “You have her,” she murmurs, pride suffused in each syllable. Waiting to see what Tal would like her to do next now that he’d beaten the challenge.
The hand as it rises is tracked by the cougar’s eyes, a wonderful tactic. The moonlight strikes the slitted pupils, and the predator’s presence becomes all the clearer because of it. “You have her,” she murmurs, pride suffused in each syllable. Waiting to see what Tal would like her to do next now that he’d beaten the challenge.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
