I'll rise up for you, for you, for you

Hotaru

Roses are red and I wish I could see them bloom
But all I see are orange hues

There’s no better view than the one she has now, even with this perfect scenery having come straight from her own perfectionist mind. “You’re a dragon, I’m sure roasting things comes naturally to you,” she teases, having taken such things into account - precisely why the food options for roasting were singular to begin with.

Tightening the hood of her hands to better pull herself along as he straightens and guides her into his lap, Ru can’t help the grin on her face at his feigned whining, deciding to enact her own revenge by kissing all over his face in the exact same way. “Patience is a virtue my love, and we need as many as we can get in a brothel.” Though the playfulness is undercut by the warmth of her expression, soft and private, as he tucks her hair behind her ear. It makes her all the more certain of everything sitting unsaid inside her chest.

“Sounds like a plan,” she murmurs, though she likely would have agreed to anything in that moment. The food sits just within reach, though anything she can’t grab is easy enough to summon with a bit of magic or a quiet murmur to Sunjata. She isn’t keen on leaving his lap even for something as simple as fetching a banana - which is her first victim to be roasted. As she skewers it and hangs it over the closest flames to begin roasting, rotating it slowly, she settles with her back against Sunjata’s chest and leans her head back against his collarbone. “I wanted to know what you thought of me moving here. Permanently.” There’s no sense in beating around the bush, but she also doesn’t think she can hold it in any longer without exploding.

Now you’re stuck in my head and I wish I could sing the blues
But all I hear are orange tunes, and all I do is think of you