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

She muffles her laughter into his throat, lips brushing against the stubble there. "We must really be leaving our prime early if we're enticed by rocking chairs on open-air porches," she teases, finding herself far from sorrowful at the idea of forsaking youthful dreams of grandeur and power. An easy life may not be all she wants from her future, but it certainly holds its own appeal.

The intrigue of a roasted banana holds no water compared to Sunjata's eyes on her, unblinking and transparent. An open book that had been shut to her for so long, and now she will never again take for granted the play of understanding and emotion she can see in his arresting eyes. And how can she deny him a kiss when his words hold such power over her heart? It's worth having to close her eyes, chasing after his mouth just enough to let him know he's not getting away from her for long - just long enough to say what needs to be said.

"Together," she whispers back like the closing of a vow, nose sliding against his, intimate and sure. Ru lingers there, feeling no need to pull away. Let the food get cold, there is plenty more to consume. "Though you'll have to find something more than the House to keep me busy if I'm passing the Academy on." An impish smile tugs at her lips. She may not have dreams of toppling governments and stealing riches anymore, but she has never been the type to sit on her laurels and grow old with grace.

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