Ask Forgiveness, Beg Permission

His fingers over hers would spark white-cold electricity in his veins that would surge through his entire body. With the potency of a lightning bolt but none of the pain every nerve in his body would be alight, every inch of his skin crying out for her. Vain? Certainly. That Bastien would play to this clear streak of vanity was not worrisome to the goddess. That he thought he could ever be more cunning or manipulative than she was laughable. Still, he'd done more for her than many had in decades. He'd won her patience on that account alone. For now. "Of course, sugar." She hummmed sweetly, her finger gliding off of his chin with a bright chime-like peal of laughter. As her laughter died away, so too did her form. The star trails of lights that had glided softly around the room disappeared and the temple returned to its normal state of brightness. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted