Hotaru
The heat and intensity of his gaze is unmistakable, though Hotaru doesn't know why it burns there. Most would be off-put or express lightly positive agreement to such an answer. Whatever the reason, it captivates her, and when he begins to follow her lead and holds the piece of sandwich to her lips her stomach twists pleasantly as she eats it from his fingers. The slight brush of her lips against his fingertips strangely intoxicating for such a small touch.
Perhaps she could have deduced his answer given his reaction, but it still pleases her to have him say it so plainly. "Exactly," she croons, satisfied with his sincerity. "For example you; it would make me feel even more powerful to see you flirt and tease, have people falling at your feet. Knowing they would envy me? That just by saying your name I could pull you back in and away from them?" Her voice goes soft and silky as she paints the image for them both. "It's more than accepting you charming people. I would put you on a stage and watch everyone fall over themselves trying to reach you if I could." That humming purr returns, though now it's a distinctly pleased sound. "It is like being in possession of the world's most expensive jewel." One that couldn't be stolen away, because he was hers.
Shaking off those possessive tendencies (which were never clear on whether they were a human flaw or came from one of her shifts) she refocuses on a true question to ask him. "Are you devoted to any particular herald or god?"
Perhaps she could have deduced his answer given his reaction, but it still pleases her to have him say it so plainly. "Exactly," she croons, satisfied with his sincerity. "For example you; it would make me feel even more powerful to see you flirt and tease, have people falling at your feet. Knowing they would envy me? That just by saying your name I could pull you back in and away from them?" Her voice goes soft and silky as she paints the image for them both. "It's more than accepting you charming people. I would put you on a stage and watch everyone fall over themselves trying to reach you if I could." That humming purr returns, though now it's a distinctly pleased sound. "It is like being in possession of the world's most expensive jewel." One that couldn't be stolen away, because he was hers.
Shaking off those possessive tendencies (which were never clear on whether they were a human flaw or came from one of her shifts) she refocuses on a true question to ask him. "Are you devoted to any particular herald or god?"
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
