Hotaru
She'd been so absorbed by their conversation that the journey had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and only now does she turn to take in Miana Pool anew. It is far more beautiful than she recalls it being in her brief forays through its territory. Whether that was the mood of the evening painting her opinion or the vibrant colors of the sky doing it for her wasn't important enough to distinguish between.
It's a shame to release him, but the lily that he places between her careful fingers is entirely worth it. Hotaru doesn't bother restraining herself and immediately brings it to her face to inhale its sweet scent, smiling immediately. "I love lilies," she remarks honestly, twirling it slowly in her fingers so as not to damage its petals while also watching its pale petals take on the colors of the approaching sunset.
The quilt he pulls out is positively stunning, and Hotaru - though a woman of nearly impossible quality - feels almost overwhelmed by the lengths he has gone and certainly reluctant to dirty something so beautiful. "White," she supplies instead, and can't help but hide her smile behind the lily as it is summarily pulled out. It is certainly over the top, but it has Hotaru melting like sugar in the rain and incapable of even properly hiding it; cheeks uncharacteristically rosy, fingers fiddling with the stem of the lily. She feels quite out of her depth and a little too bare. Almost girlish. People like her don't get soft things like this, and she keeps waiting for the sharpness of reality to intrude.
It doesn't come in that moment though, so she might as well enjoy while she can. Placing her hand in his, she steps out of her shoes and onto the quilt (still privately trying to preserve it) and folds gracefully to sit beside him. "This is..." Glancing around at the spread, she laughs, at a loss and happy for it. "Amazing, really. I can't remember the last time I went on a date, but this is still more than I expected." Leaning towards him, she presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Thank you."
It's a shame to release him, but the lily that he places between her careful fingers is entirely worth it. Hotaru doesn't bother restraining herself and immediately brings it to her face to inhale its sweet scent, smiling immediately. "I love lilies," she remarks honestly, twirling it slowly in her fingers so as not to damage its petals while also watching its pale petals take on the colors of the approaching sunset.
The quilt he pulls out is positively stunning, and Hotaru - though a woman of nearly impossible quality - feels almost overwhelmed by the lengths he has gone and certainly reluctant to dirty something so beautiful. "White," she supplies instead, and can't help but hide her smile behind the lily as it is summarily pulled out. It is certainly over the top, but it has Hotaru melting like sugar in the rain and incapable of even properly hiding it; cheeks uncharacteristically rosy, fingers fiddling with the stem of the lily. She feels quite out of her depth and a little too bare. Almost girlish. People like her don't get soft things like this, and she keeps waiting for the sharpness of reality to intrude.
It doesn't come in that moment though, so she might as well enjoy while she can. Placing her hand in his, she steps out of her shoes and onto the quilt (still privately trying to preserve it) and folds gracefully to sit beside him. "This is..." Glancing around at the spread, she laughs, at a loss and happy for it. "Amazing, really. I can't remember the last time I went on a date, but this is still more than I expected." Leaning towards him, she presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Thank you."
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
