[ bound together in an unhealthy way, maybe. unnatural, could be. uncommon? definitely. it certainly borders on unusual, sometimes. that's largely because of yato.
and maybe a bit of her, too.
it doesn't really matter to her what level they are. nor does she give a damn about the labels that other people give them. or what a certain god of learning might say about her agreeing to marry a god. as a teenager, she was overly affected by those experiences. allowed them to control her.
nothing can stop her now. only herself.
hiyori sighs like the world is at peace, despite them still being in the middle of a war, when their bare skin touches from shoulders to hips. she puts her arms around him, pressing her nose up against his cheek and her breasts smothered to his chest. such a feeling used to make her heart go into a sprint but it's quiet and steady now. having him close brings her happiness.
such a promise could be worrisome, but given where they are? and why they are.
that grip tightens around him, briefly, before she reluctantly steps back. her hands hold his as she steps back, leading him over to the rippling water that promises relaxation. ]
Not all tears are bad tears.
[ behind her she bumps into the smooth wood and she stops to half-turn, lift her leg and step in. ]
no subject
and maybe a bit of her, too.
it doesn't really matter to her what level they are. nor does she give a damn about the labels that other people give them. or what a certain god of learning might say about her agreeing to marry a god. as a teenager, she was overly affected by those experiences. allowed them to control her.
nothing can stop her now. only herself.
hiyori sighs like the world is at peace, despite them still being in the middle of a war, when their bare skin touches from shoulders to hips. she puts her arms around him, pressing her nose up against his cheek and her breasts smothered to his chest. such a feeling used to make her heart go into a sprint but it's quiet and steady now. having him close brings her happiness.
such a promise could be worrisome, but given where they are? and why they are.
that grip tightens around him, briefly, before she reluctantly steps back. her hands hold his as she steps back, leading him over to the rippling water that promises relaxation. ]
Not all tears are bad tears.
[ behind her she bumps into the smooth wood and she stops to half-turn, lift her leg and step in. ]
Can you swear something else for me...?