Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
The ease of her smile and the slight twitch of her cheek as it widens makes it clear she sees no reason for him to apologize. "You've had much on your mind as is, I understand." Creating a region, a council, a home - all while adjusting to their relationship, Hotaru moving, and the eternal fresh wellspring of drama that Caido always provides.
His hands are warm against her cheeks, and she leans onto her toes to meet him midway in a chaste kiss, admittedly comforted by it - and able to admit that. The joke, too, is a comfort even if it's dark in a humorous way. At least she is of a similar enough mind to actually laugh at it, eyes crinkling and rolling simultaneously. "Good, or I'll run out of heralds to worship," she jokes in return, though she doubts Frey would ever dream of such tactics of manipulation and entrapment as Safrin had.
The flash of lightning in his skin makes her eyes widen, chasing the surge of color visually before returning her gaze to his. Pride glints there in the mismatched colors of her irises, something vain and possessive at its roots. "In strength and abilities, I would assume. Though considering it's Frey, perhaps they also meant sexual prowess," she teases with a grin, hoping to put him at ease when his hesitation is so apparent. The blue of blooming feathers is sign enough of his trepidation, and with his hands already in her hair she mirrors him, one coming to rest over his heart. "I'm so proud of you, Sunny. You deserve it - all of it." The ability to protect himself as fully as anyone in Caido can, the acceptance and pride of his chosen god, even just the growth of being able to visit Frey with open eyes and a heart set on a path toward healing. "But there's something else, isn't there?" A gentle prompt, and she lets the bond open wider so he can feel her resting emotions and the calm, ready state of them; though she can't promise to have a certain reaction, she can show him that she's in a state of mind to talk through whatever it may be.
His hands are warm against her cheeks, and she leans onto her toes to meet him midway in a chaste kiss, admittedly comforted by it - and able to admit that. The joke, too, is a comfort even if it's dark in a humorous way. At least she is of a similar enough mind to actually laugh at it, eyes crinkling and rolling simultaneously. "Good, or I'll run out of heralds to worship," she jokes in return, though she doubts Frey would ever dream of such tactics of manipulation and entrapment as Safrin had.
The flash of lightning in his skin makes her eyes widen, chasing the surge of color visually before returning her gaze to his. Pride glints there in the mismatched colors of her irises, something vain and possessive at its roots. "In strength and abilities, I would assume. Though considering it's Frey, perhaps they also meant sexual prowess," she teases with a grin, hoping to put him at ease when his hesitation is so apparent. The blue of blooming feathers is sign enough of his trepidation, and with his hands already in her hair she mirrors him, one coming to rest over his heart. "I'm so proud of you, Sunny. You deserve it - all of it." The ability to protect himself as fully as anyone in Caido can, the acceptance and pride of his chosen god, even just the growth of being able to visit Frey with open eyes and a heart set on a path toward healing. "But there's something else, isn't there?" A gentle prompt, and she lets the bond open wider so he can feel her resting emotions and the calm, ready state of them; though she can't promise to have a certain reaction, she can show him that she's in a state of mind to talk through whatever it may be.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
