[Hopefully their exchange of vows will get through his thick skull that she's there for him, through thick and thin and everything in between, that he doesn't have to worry about overwhelming her with the weight of his many sins and pains. She's stronger than he could ever give her credit for. He should know that much by now, especially in light of her recovering after cutting their ties. But he's an idiot. Her idiot, but one nonetheless.
He's gradually accepting her support; a relatively new novelty for him after spending a good portion of a thousand years with only himself to rely on. Also he has to come to acknowledge that age plays little part in their divide now - she's a mature adult, one whose heart and mind are much better equipped to handle everything about an ancient, smitten god than her teenage self was. She's not the same girl he knew back in Songerein. She's a woman now, one who can stand as his equal.
So it is that he pushes past all the negativity that's been looming over them these past few minutes, taking her answer in stride and preparing to help her undress... only for her to beat him to it.]
S-Sounds good to me, too.
[Yet somehow he contrives to feeling slightly bashful all of a sudden, too busy eyeing her to pay any attention to her bag. Up goes his hoodie, and from there he starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, face growing steadily warmer with each one opened.]
They'd have to tie me up and throw away the key to stop me. [And even then, he'd just teleport in with her. After all the crazy mistletoe fiasco today, he's keen on leaving his mark on her and washing away those thoughts.
Shirt now shed, he turns to her and slides her matching hoodie up and over her head, taking a moment after to brush out her shorter hair. She's still so cute like that. As if she wouldn't be charming with any style.]
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He's gradually accepting her support; a relatively new novelty for him after spending a good portion of a thousand years with only himself to rely on. Also he has to come to acknowledge that age plays little part in their divide now - she's a mature adult, one whose heart and mind are much better equipped to handle everything about an ancient, smitten god than her teenage self was. She's not the same girl he knew back in Songerein. She's a woman now, one who can stand as his equal.
So it is that he pushes past all the negativity that's been looming over them these past few minutes, taking her answer in stride and preparing to help her undress... only for her to beat him to it.]
S-Sounds good to me, too.
[Yet somehow he contrives to feeling slightly bashful all of a sudden, too busy eyeing her to pay any attention to her bag. Up goes his hoodie, and from there he starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, face growing steadily warmer with each one opened.]
They'd have to tie me up and throw away the key to stop me. [And even then, he'd just teleport in with her. After all the crazy mistletoe fiasco today, he's keen on leaving his mark on her and washing away those thoughts.
Shirt now shed, he turns to her and slides her matching hoodie up and over her head, taking a moment after to brush out her shorter hair. She's still so cute like that. As if she wouldn't be charming with any style.]