Hotaru
His approach is not unnoticed given how in tune her senses are, though she merely registers him as a background presence until he comes up behind her directly. Because of it she doesn’t flinch, merely tilting her head slightly his way as he leans in close and points out a necklace that she takes the time to peruse before turning. A sheen of gold enters her heterochromatic eyes and flickers away a moment later as her eyes meet his; whether it is the cat or the falcon is unclear, but she feels it rise to the surface with an intrigued tickle.
“You have a very keen eye for quality,” she compliments, her ever-regal tones at odd with the relaxed manner of speaking most Torchers adopt but smooth and sweet all the same. A tiny uptick begins in the corner of her mouth, almost lazy. “You must either be married, a merchant, or…” turning slightly, she tilts her head, golden hair cascading over one slim shoulder as she smiles playfully, inviting him in on the joke, “you’ve crafted a perfect pick up tactic.” Then, because she won’t spoil him with too much immediate attention, Ru turns to the seller (who is shamelessly eavesdropping) and points to the same piece with a comely smile. “This one please. Boxed, if you will.” The exchange of money is swift from the small, gilded clutch in her hand. Money is of no consequence to Hotaru.
Then she turns fully to him and presents her free hand, mismatched eyes aglitter with intrigue. “I’m Hotaru. Who should I thank for such fine advice?”
“You have a very keen eye for quality,” she compliments, her ever-regal tones at odd with the relaxed manner of speaking most Torchers adopt but smooth and sweet all the same. A tiny uptick begins in the corner of her mouth, almost lazy. “You must either be married, a merchant, or…” turning slightly, she tilts her head, golden hair cascading over one slim shoulder as she smiles playfully, inviting him in on the joke, “you’ve crafted a perfect pick up tactic.” Then, because she won’t spoil him with too much immediate attention, Ru turns to the seller (who is shamelessly eavesdropping) and points to the same piece with a comely smile. “This one please. Boxed, if you will.” The exchange of money is swift from the small, gilded clutch in her hand. Money is of no consequence to Hotaru.
Then she turns fully to him and presents her free hand, mismatched eyes aglitter with intrigue. “I’m Hotaru. Who should I thank for such fine advice?”
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
