Hotaru
Compliments, at least, are familiar territory. Though she can’t recall the last time someone scarcely blinked as they called her beautiful. Normally prone to hearing something more crass or an ill-conceived pickup line. Luckily not only has George been perfectly charismatic so far, but his tone alone makes her cheeks go a touch pink. She’s vain enough to know she’s beautiful, but realistically she is wearing a flattering but billowy cotton dress that brings out the tan of her skin, hair loose down her back aside from two small twists at her temple that pull back to form a crown around her head, light makeup and her beloved perfume. Simple really, and yet his reaction makes it feel momentous. “You look rather handsome yourself,” she murmurs in the sparse space between them, torn between staring at his eyes or his mouth, her own tingling with the far too brief reminder of their kiss.
He takes the choice from her, energy returning and sweeping her off down the hallway on his arm within moments. Pouting slightly at having been deterred, she falls into step at his side and perks up at the first hint she is given. “Not at all, the evenings are so warm here.” Between magic and a lifetime living in the snow the cold scarcely touched her anymore, but she’ll never stop marveling at the late hour the sun descends or the warmth that scarcely dissipates by time morning comes around. “A few times, but only briefly, and not recently.” Which really means she’ll enjoy exploring it anew after so long.
“So when do the ‘get to know me’ questions start, before or after food? I haven’t done this in a very long time,” she admits, making light of the admission by focusing the humor on the first half despite how much the second reveals all in one go. Almost like she’s starting them off by being the first to pluck a piece of armor off her chest.
He takes the choice from her, energy returning and sweeping her off down the hallway on his arm within moments. Pouting slightly at having been deterred, she falls into step at his side and perks up at the first hint she is given. “Not at all, the evenings are so warm here.” Between magic and a lifetime living in the snow the cold scarcely touched her anymore, but she’ll never stop marveling at the late hour the sun descends or the warmth that scarcely dissipates by time morning comes around. “A few times, but only briefly, and not recently.” Which really means she’ll enjoy exploring it anew after so long.
“So when do the ‘get to know me’ questions start, before or after food? I haven’t done this in a very long time,” she admits, making light of the admission by focusing the humor on the first half despite how much the second reveals all in one go. Almost like she’s starting them off by being the first to pluck a piece of armor off her chest.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
