'till your fingers decompose
The tension that ripples out of him like water disturbed by a falling petal has the goddess smiling, though what has her humming with soft, music-like approval are the thoughts that whorl with a beautiful chaos in his mind. Thoughts like, nothing has ever felt as good along with promises of I will be your champion has Safrin tilting her head just so that she might press her jasmine-bright mouth against the corner of his mouth where her eyelashes might tickle his cheek.
"I would very much like that." The goddess whispers against his skin, and as the words leave her lips a lilac smoke will cloud Koa's thoughts with hazy tableaus of grandeur and greatness. He'll see himself elevated, cheered for; See himself as an equal to the likes of men such as Ronin; See himself at Anju's side, strong enough to shoulder her burdens rather than simply being one. All of this Safrin could offer him, and what was everlasting fealty when it so perfectly aligned with his goals, anyway?
"Go then, my soldier. My bright one. Go, and worship me in everything you do. If you do this, I will always be with you."
Always.
"I would very much like that." The goddess whispers against his skin, and as the words leave her lips a lilac smoke will cloud Koa's thoughts with hazy tableaus of grandeur and greatness. He'll see himself elevated, cheered for; See himself as an equal to the likes of men such as Ronin; See himself at Anju's side, strong enough to shoulder her burdens rather than simply being one. All of this Safrin could offer him, and what was everlasting fealty when it so perfectly aligned with his goals, anyway?
"Go then, my soldier. My bright one. Go, and worship me in everything you do. If you do this, I will always be with you."
Always.
keep my hand in yours.
