Hotaru
The way he leans in without thinking, eyes a dark blue fire, makes it hard to keep her hands to herself. She may be more inclined to casual sex than him, but she has some date-typical decorum. Enough to breathe through the spike of lust in her chest until he can distract her with his words instead of his magnetic expression.
It's a simple answer, though it does immediately make her wonder if he is the commitment issues type. Perhaps that is shallow of her, but given they're on a date it's only fair right? So why hold her tongue? "Careful, you might have me thinking you aren't the commitment type," she teases, keeping it lighthearted because she doesn't actually care who he follows. (That's a lie, she hates Safrin. That would definitely suck.)
Her own answer is incredibly easy. "Sex Frey. I've been devoted to them from the moment I arrived really. They've blessed me in many ways." So saying, she gracefully pushes her hair back over her shoulders and lets golden ears shift from the top of her head, pupils turning into the slits of her mountain lion form. "They Attuned me despite my magic. They have never judged me for my abilities, and saw fit to make me theirs regardless of my supposed taint." Keeping the appendages in case he wants to investigate them, she considers his next question.
He may have hoped for something easier, but admittedly this is far harder for her to answer than he could have possibly known. "I have been accused of being a workaholic the past two years," she murmurs, ears flicking and turning slightly backwards in a betrayal of her emotions that her face does not even hint at. Damn shifts. "Academy aside, I also run a spa in Snowcloak. I enjoy the work a lot, but in the end it is still work." Rolling her eyes a little given she doesn't want to admit that and lend credence to all her friends and family who accuse her of overworking herself, Ru sighs and picks up one of the desserts instead - something similar to a churro. "Honestly I don't do much for fun anymore, but I would say hunting, stealing, meddling." She shrugs her delicate shoulders and bites half of the churro before sharing it with him once more, coming up with her own question to hopefully distract him. "Tell me one of your fears." Not the greatest if he doesn't want to share it, but one of them.
It's a simple answer, though it does immediately make her wonder if he is the commitment issues type. Perhaps that is shallow of her, but given they're on a date it's only fair right? So why hold her tongue? "Careful, you might have me thinking you aren't the commitment type," she teases, keeping it lighthearted because she doesn't actually care who he follows. (That's a lie, she hates Safrin. That would definitely suck.)
Her own answer is incredibly easy. "Sex Frey. I've been devoted to them from the moment I arrived really. They've blessed me in many ways." So saying, she gracefully pushes her hair back over her shoulders and lets golden ears shift from the top of her head, pupils turning into the slits of her mountain lion form. "They Attuned me despite my magic. They have never judged me for my abilities, and saw fit to make me theirs regardless of my supposed taint." Keeping the appendages in case he wants to investigate them, she considers his next question.
He may have hoped for something easier, but admittedly this is far harder for her to answer than he could have possibly known. "I have been accused of being a workaholic the past two years," she murmurs, ears flicking and turning slightly backwards in a betrayal of her emotions that her face does not even hint at. Damn shifts. "Academy aside, I also run a spa in Snowcloak. I enjoy the work a lot, but in the end it is still work." Rolling her eyes a little given she doesn't want to admit that and lend credence to all her friends and family who accuse her of overworking herself, Ru sighs and picks up one of the desserts instead - something similar to a churro. "Honestly I don't do much for fun anymore, but I would say hunting, stealing, meddling." She shrugs her delicate shoulders and bites half of the churro before sharing it with him once more, coming up with her own question to hopefully distract him. "Tell me one of your fears." Not the greatest if he doesn't want to share it, but one of them.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
