"More than enough of you to go around, I should think." The goddess replies with a coquettish smirk. "Oh because you wouldn't let yourselves not be involved." She replies sassily, pulling in a breath and blowing the lingering petals toward him.
At his touch, her eyes open and then almost wince with the affection she feels for him. Safrin's kryptonite has ever been those who stand just outside of her ability to control. Those who have the power to freely give what she otherwise can't take. Gently her fingers spread as if encouraging his to wrap around them.
'Oh?' She wonders, her lips forming too perfect an O as her hand slides from his cheek down to his shoulder. "And what would you say? How I selfishly brought you back from the dead? How you're parted from your husband now against your will?" She frowns again; playing the victim never looked so easy or beautiful.
At his touch, her eyes open and then almost wince with the affection she feels for him. Safrin's kryptonite has ever been those who stand just outside of her ability to control. Those who have the power to freely give what she otherwise can't take. Gently her fingers spread as if encouraging his to wrap around them.
'Oh?' She wonders, her lips forming too perfect an O as her hand slides from his cheek down to his shoulder. "And what would you say? How I selfishly brought you back from the dead? How you're parted from your husband now against your will?" She frowns again; playing the victim never looked so easy or beautiful.
