she's the kind of girl you can never please
"And I am not 'most people'," she replies primly, as dismissive as it is queenly. The goal of life to Hotaru was not to be liked, but to achieve your goals. Talyson's honesty and social blindness is as intriguing as it is novel for the Valkyrie. His arm around her shoulder squeezes in a strange spasm that brings her alertness sluggishly to the fore. Snorting her amusement her mug, she lets him simmer in the awkwardness for the length of time it takes her to take another deep swallow of her cocoa. "Of course I don't mind. Not exactly the bed sharing I had in mind, but I suppose one must make do sometimes." Her touch starvation would be mildly reprieved, even if that old ache she despised calling a desire for love remained behind. Lolling her head onto his shoulder as her hand continues petting Boreal's cheek, the Valkyrie closes her eyes. "Shall we, then?" No sense in lingering if she was going to be abandoning the hunt before it even began.
Hotaru
