[ Ah. She made the mistake of looking at him as she spoke and so she got a perfect view of the almost pained expression that'd passed over his face. It stuns her back into silence and for a few moments, all she can do is stare at him, imprinting that look of almost helpless frustration into her memory. She's seen him scowl and frown too many times to count, a whole gradient of irritation and annoyance but the almost tender undertone here is entirely new.
For a second, she really is scared all over again - for an entirely new reason. He's a monster, a beast, a creature that spent countless years and however many human lifetimes terrorising and ravaging the lands and people helpless to stop him. No matter how she looks at him, he's a villain. But...
If the Mors King doesn't want to terrorise her, doesn't want to hurt or break her- if he wants to be kind to her, if he wants her warm and satisfied then-
What is she supposed to do? Is she really so hopelessly impure that she been forgive all that? How can she pretend her heart won't be his for the taking all the same just so long as he's...?
The Saintess takes a breath. ]
...
[ Ai turns in his arms. Just enough to face him properly. But he's holding her so close that if she wants to look him in the eyes, she doesn't have any choice but to have her body flush against his. ]
... Then instead of making me afraid... will you show me what you really want?
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For a second, she really is scared all over again - for an entirely new reason. He's a monster, a beast, a creature that spent countless years and however many human lifetimes terrorising and ravaging the lands and people helpless to stop him. No matter how she looks at him, he's a villain. But...
If the Mors King doesn't want to terrorise her, doesn't want to hurt or break her- if he wants to be kind to her, if he wants her warm and satisfied then-
What is she supposed to do? Is she really so hopelessly impure that she been forgive all that? How can she pretend her heart won't be his for the taking all the same just so long as he's...?
The Saintess takes a breath. ]
...
[ Ai turns in his arms. Just enough to face him properly. But he's holding her so close that if she wants to look him in the eyes, she doesn't have any choice but to have her body flush against his. ]
... Then instead of making me afraid... will you show me what you really want?