'till your fingers decompose
Koa gets there, in the end, just as Safrin knew he would. It's all there in his mind, the golden threads of his thoughts meandering in not-unrelated concentric circles until finally he'd reached the centre. "Would you love me even if I wouldn't have you?" The goddess wonders, her lips parting in a small laugh that the dragoon would likely feel as a wintergreen chill running up his spine as much as he'd hear it. She's teasing him, of course; the way her fingertips pulse soft affirmations against his skin should be evidence enough that indeed she will have him.
"I only ask because...well, so many treat their relationship to me as entirely transactional. As soon as they stop getting what they want from me.." Like a flower petal being crushed beneath a thoughtless boot, Safrin's lower lip similarly wilts as she sighs delicately. "..they just leave. You wouldn't do that to me though, would you Koa?"
"I only ask because...well, so many treat their relationship to me as entirely transactional. As soon as they stop getting what they want from me.." Like a flower petal being crushed beneath a thoughtless boot, Safrin's lower lip similarly wilts as she sighs delicately. "..they just leave. You wouldn't do that to me though, would you Koa?"
keep my hand in yours.
