'Cause sometimes we don't really notice just how good it can get
so maybe we should start all over
so maybe we should start all over
Momentarily caught in the combined intrigue of how the brothel's rooms will work and the boldness of someone's answer to have chosen a cave, she doesn't initially register the way he invades her space so quickly. No matter how long ago they might have been, she has lived too many years with him so close to truly startle at it, though it feels like he has stolen the breath straight out of her lungs with how abruptly he does it. Like he doesn't even think twice.
Firmly on the back foot now, slight color rising in her cheeks, Hotaru's arms tighten further around herself like the most insufficient armor that could exist. One that splinters further the moment his hand touches her arm and stays there. "There is plenty to be ashamed of," is her waspish, defensive response, something broken trembling in her chest. It takes a shaky inhale that she holds in her lungs for a moment to restore the composure his sudden closeness had stolen from her so easily. Her eyes slide away to stare over his shoulder as it is the safest option given how rooted her feet feel to the floor. This time, the words come out with a bit more forethought, and her tone has settled once more. "Part of it is adapting and growing older, changing preferences. I won't deny that." Whether it means she is becoming boring or simply old, Hotaru does not have a positive outlook on that angle either. "But all I see is how my fears have forcibly altered a space I am supposed to take comfort in." Not just sexually, because it resonates throughout her entire home these days, even if that knowledge is purely her own. She'd been forced to move from the spa, and then again from the home she'd moved into, unable to bear the layout and how it made her feel.
Firmly on the back foot now, slight color rising in her cheeks, Hotaru's arms tighten further around herself like the most insufficient armor that could exist. One that splinters further the moment his hand touches her arm and stays there. "There is plenty to be ashamed of," is her waspish, defensive response, something broken trembling in her chest. It takes a shaky inhale that she holds in her lungs for a moment to restore the composure his sudden closeness had stolen from her so easily. Her eyes slide away to stare over his shoulder as it is the safest option given how rooted her feet feel to the floor. This time, the words come out with a bit more forethought, and her tone has settled once more. "Part of it is adapting and growing older, changing preferences. I won't deny that." Whether it means she is becoming boring or simply old, Hotaru does not have a positive outlook on that angle either. "But all I see is how my fears have forcibly altered a space I am supposed to take comfort in." Not just sexually, because it resonates throughout her entire home these days, even if that knowledge is purely her own. She'd been forced to move from the spa, and then again from the home she'd moved into, unable to bear the layout and how it made her feel.
start all over again
Hotaru
