I'll lose my mind at least another thousand times
hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night
hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night
"Teleport you say?" Intrigue draws fair brows higher upon her crown, displaying an appropriate mixture of appreciation for the power it must take and a desire to have such a gift for herself. It's definitely impressive, and if that's what Wessex is searching for then she is sure to find it in her guileless face. "Then I'm not surprised you found me so readily." Even a land this big is no match for such ease of travel.
She blames the cut of wind against her face for the rose hue that overtakes her cheeks as Wessex places the cloak round her shoulders, the warmth immediately setting in as the wind is kept farther from her skin. It is far more chivalrous than she's accustomed to, and she readily leans closer into the woman's side as an arm draws her close. There's no body heat to be shared, but that doesn't bother Hotaru in the least. She takes her eyes off the playing companions fully when it's clear Atlas is being careful with his horn, extending his nose down and towards Loki to blow a gust of sandy breath into her face.
It's endearing, but not nearly as attention-catching as flirting with a hot demigoddess. Hotaru has priorities. Her own bi-colored eyes slant upwards at Wessex's drawling admission, a foxlike curl of her lips and the heat of her stare the only answer she gives. A blatant display of smug satisfaction. Alas, it seems this is more than a social call, though she'll only forgive such a grievous insult on the basis that the proposed opportunity is much more enticing. Marginally. "I hope you won't look down on me for immediately agreeing, but that's quite the adventure you're promising. Where in Caido would we be traveling to?" Already she can feel the impatience coiling in her belly, wanting to involve herself in the deeper machinations of this world. Twist her fingers in the strings and become meaningful once more.
She blames the cut of wind against her face for the rose hue that overtakes her cheeks as Wessex places the cloak round her shoulders, the warmth immediately setting in as the wind is kept farther from her skin. It is far more chivalrous than she's accustomed to, and she readily leans closer into the woman's side as an arm draws her close. There's no body heat to be shared, but that doesn't bother Hotaru in the least. She takes her eyes off the playing companions fully when it's clear Atlas is being careful with his horn, extending his nose down and towards Loki to blow a gust of sandy breath into her face.
It's endearing, but not nearly as attention-catching as flirting with a hot demigoddess. Hotaru has priorities. Her own bi-colored eyes slant upwards at Wessex's drawling admission, a foxlike curl of her lips and the heat of her stare the only answer she gives. A blatant display of smug satisfaction. Alas, it seems this is more than a social call, though she'll only forgive such a grievous insult on the basis that the proposed opportunity is much more enticing. Marginally. "I hope you won't look down on me for immediately agreeing, but that's quite the adventure you're promising. Where in Caido would we be traveling to?" Already she can feel the impatience coiling in her belly, wanting to involve herself in the deeper machinations of this world. Twist her fingers in the strings and become meaningful once more.
I still get a little scared of something new
But I feel a little safer when I'm with you
But I feel a little safer when I'm with you
