Hotaru
Drowned on the blankets
Floral and fading
Physical connection has always been easy between them, free of the smoke and mirrors Hotaru usually employs when she touches someone's skin, and his hand in hers is heavy and familiar - prompting a squeeze in return that is accompanied by a small smile. She hates to burden him with fears that no new parent should be cursed with, but she would hate lying to him more. Floral and fading
"After having met him, I'm more confident in that," she agrees, and her smile softens at the memory alone of Mort's aphrodisiac-level aura of love and peace. As such she startles from her recollection when Noah slams the jar down suddenly on the table, eyes swiftly riveting to the motion and huffing a small relieved laugh to see it's only one of the pesky spiders. "For once, I pray for Deepfrost. I don't think even these stubborn things can weather cold that intense." Usually, Halo is blessedly free of most pests and insects because of her climate. To say Hotaru has been exasperated by the spider infestation is putting it lightly.
Painful lust
Two aching guts
Two aching guts
