"A worthy enough thing to covet." The god agrees, their words wrapped in a smile that tightens with silken pressure, not unlike the ribbon around Hotaru's neck.
As the fingers on one hand descend, the fingers of the other part the Valkyrie's golden hair. "Would you speak with him before making this choice?" They ask, and, thanks to the hand cradling the back of her skull, it will be her lips that feel the words more than her ears hear them. The flat of their palm has nearly surpassed her navel with no signs of slowing down, and yet the god has never declined a request to halt.
"I will have you in any way you wish to be had, and in all the ways that I do. You need only say the word."
As the fingers on one hand descend, the fingers of the other part the Valkyrie's golden hair. "Would you speak with him before making this choice?" They ask, and, thanks to the hand cradling the back of her skull, it will be her lips that feel the words more than her ears hear them. The flat of their palm has nearly surpassed her navel with no signs of slowing down, and yet the god has never declined a request to halt.
"I will have you in any way you wish to be had, and in all the ways that I do. You need only say the word."
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