Hotaru
While her morning with Sunjata had gone exactly the opposite of what she had both planned and anticipated, the hours between had allowed her time to sit in her room and come to terms with everything prior to the date she had planned with George. It's a bit of a race against the clock to get her head on straight, but she owes it to herself to ensure it happens. Proclamations, revelations, and other such impactful moments aside, her attempt at living life again cannot be put on pause in favor of attending to the crisis in her head.
Ironically she worries more about the night to come than how she looks. Hotaru may have confidence fit to beat Safrin most days, but that confidence lies in her abilities and her presence, not the heart that lies like a shrinking violet behind it all. A date - while a formality she has never indulged in before - can only truly succeed if she is herself. While she has been surprisingly transparent with her personality in regards to George, there is so much more that hides away. History, secrets, baggage. Not that any of it need come out on the first date but future ones would imply that someday those stories will be shared.
She has to shake herself out of it repeatedly, reminding herself she is getting far too ahead of the curve. Who was to say that their night together would even warrant a repeat performance?
The knock on the door brings her back to herself, and she leaves the balcony where she had been staring out at the waves to calm her fluttering heart to answer the door. She is perhaps a bit more over-dressed than him, but at least she is in a style of dress more akin to a sundress than an evening gown. Something that could get sandy as per her request. Though now that her eyes are drinking him in, she cares less about his style and more about how well he wears it. He looks both handsome and relaxed (though little does she know) and in turn her own mind goes a bit blank as her pulse quickens in her throat.
Emerging from her room with a comely smile, she locks the door behind her and steps easily into his space, slipping her finger through his belt loop to pull him into a chaste kiss. "Right on time. What do you have there?" Curiosity kills the cat, and Ru is a big one, which means her attention is immediately piqued by the basket in his arms. "Or is it a surprise?"
Ironically she worries more about the night to come than how she looks. Hotaru may have confidence fit to beat Safrin most days, but that confidence lies in her abilities and her presence, not the heart that lies like a shrinking violet behind it all. A date - while a formality she has never indulged in before - can only truly succeed if she is herself. While she has been surprisingly transparent with her personality in regards to George, there is so much more that hides away. History, secrets, baggage. Not that any of it need come out on the first date but future ones would imply that someday those stories will be shared.
She has to shake herself out of it repeatedly, reminding herself she is getting far too ahead of the curve. Who was to say that their night together would even warrant a repeat performance?
The knock on the door brings her back to herself, and she leaves the balcony where she had been staring out at the waves to calm her fluttering heart to answer the door. She is perhaps a bit more over-dressed than him, but at least she is in a style of dress more akin to a sundress than an evening gown. Something that could get sandy as per her request. Though now that her eyes are drinking him in, she cares less about his style and more about how well he wears it. He looks both handsome and relaxed (though little does she know) and in turn her own mind goes a bit blank as her pulse quickens in her throat.
Emerging from her room with a comely smile, she locks the door behind her and steps easily into his space, slipping her finger through his belt loop to pull him into a chaste kiss. "Right on time. What do you have there?" Curiosity kills the cat, and Ru is a big one, which means her attention is immediately piqued by the basket in his arms. "Or is it a surprise?"
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
