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They toe the line in tandem, playing and cavorting through inflamed hoops that send warm warnings skittering across their skin. Such secrecy needs to be treated delicately, for surely Oxy cannot fully trust Hotaru to not go running to whatever leaders took him in and inform them of the coup he was clearly planning. Oh, but Hotaru had no such desires. No, she was far more interested in his schemes, coiling like the smoke of the drugs he clearly dabbled in in the empty cavernous space of his brain. Drooling and drugged he may be, it was much like inebriation, bringing forth sincerity in his lacking sobriety. Not that the lean damsel was keen on letting him gain the upper hand, of course. For it could easily be she who was reported and stolen away like a foal in the night by the cougar's waiting claws. Luckily, he seemed just as uninterested in that possibility.
Deep eyes are drawn to her bodice, not that she flaunts it with any particular motive in mind. She is too reluctant to fall into the pit her twin sister faithfully inhabited, and disgust momentarily tempts her expressive features before she conceals it half a breath later. He responds far faster than she'd collected her own words, but Hotaru doesn't mind, for he is the one with the plan and the desires not she. She is allowed to take her time weighing all the benefits and downfalls. And though he doesn't seem like much, drugged out and strung on a wire as he is, she can at least see the force that lies behind his dark coat. Brow lifts in contemplation at his singularly worded answer.
It is next her turn for a sly, vixen grin to cross her face. Morphing it from beautifully withdrawn to malicious and enchanting, a witch with one hand shaking her customer's and the other concealing a curved dagger behind the slim small of her back. "More than you can conceive. An army or two," she purred pleasantly, thinking of the Basin and those who would willingly usurp a throne with her. Not that she intended to bring into battle any who could potentially rip away the crown she also intimately desired. But their plans cannot continue on in the echo of caves, were so many eager ears could catch the distant whispers of their words. He is right in that respect.
"The Heart. Many avoid it after the wraiths came through. Every quarter, half, and full moon?" She proposed, eyeing him carefully. It could not happen in one or two nights, secret meetings. No, it would have to be carefully and perfectly orchestrated. Hotaru would accept nothing less. Peace time was often the best time to plan future betrayals, after all. "What do you wish in return? Surely you would not put me upon a throne or inside your plans without a motive of your own," she cooed, like a loving mother using honeyed words to exact secrets from a naive foal.
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