Hotaru
Ru relents the moment Maea yields, all pressure vanishing the moment the other woman bids it. She retreats to sit on her haunches like a pleased cat, arms gracefully draped between her thighs as she watches the Ancient recover. There’s a bit too much color to her face, and her disgruntlement is adorable. The sentiment shines through plainly on Hotaru’s face, though she hopes it doesn’t come across as condescending as she extends a hand to help Maea up.
While she does, she uses her magic to heal and soothe away any bruises or scrapes the two of them may have obtained during their scuffling, leaving Maea good as new - if not even a little more rejuvenated. “Persistence is the only key to success,” she reminds in her rolling, laughing tone, the cheeky smile audible. “You have great instincts Maea. Just because you can’t outpace or out-wrestle me doesn’t mean you’re a bad fighter.” Hotaru does not dole out praise lightly, and she hopes it’s clear in her smile and the way her hand lingers, eternally comfortable with this sort of easy physicality.
While she does, she uses her magic to heal and soothe away any bruises or scrapes the two of them may have obtained during their scuffling, leaving Maea good as new - if not even a little more rejuvenated. “Persistence is the only key to success,” she reminds in her rolling, laughing tone, the cheeky smile audible. “You have great instincts Maea. Just because you can’t outpace or out-wrestle me doesn’t mean you’re a bad fighter.” Hotaru does not dole out praise lightly, and she hopes it’s clear in her smile and the way her hand lingers, eternally comfortable with this sort of easy physicality.
what I did, do, to me and you, keeps me awake
if I were a ghost, you'd be the proof
if I were a ghost, you'd be the proof
