[ SOME TEARS ARE GOOD TEARS, but - yes. keep it close. don't lose it.
it's weird. all of yato's cheesy pick-up lines and groping and debauched behavior doesn't hold a candle to such a simple statement. this whole experience has been incredible. nobody has gone to such lengths to do something truly special for her like this. it's greater than any gift, even if the ones he got her are pretty damn great.
but her heart flutters at his response, at his smile. the seriousness is in those eyes, never straying far from her. a kiss will certainly bring quite a few things to mind. hopefully, this. this entire night of a god, her god, getting down on one knee and promising forever.
unfortunately though, hiyori notices. she doesn't point it out, simply continues on her path to touch him and eventually
yes, that. kiss him. he beats her to the punch. she kneads at his shoulders while he kisses her wet hair, all over her face and she makes a noise when their lips meet again. she answers his desperation with equal measure and all but lays her body against his.
she's giving him a very soft and affectionate look when he resurfaces and brushes his wet hair out of his eyes, strand by strand, so water doesn't get in his eyes. more water. ]
You've made this the best Christmas ever for me, God of Fortune, Yatogami-sama...
[ if only their friends and family from home could be here, too. to celebrate.
people wouldn't wonder why she's in love with him if they could see this. ]
Yato... my future husband... [ and with that, comes a breathless and disbelieving giggle. she'd wonder what everyone would say but it doesn't matter that much to her. merely a curiosity. what matters is that he loves her and they want the same things. ]
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it's weird. all of yato's cheesy pick-up lines and groping and debauched behavior doesn't hold a candle to such a simple statement. this whole experience has been incredible. nobody has gone to such lengths to do something truly special for her like this. it's greater than any gift, even if the ones he got her are pretty damn great.
but her heart flutters at his response, at his smile. the seriousness is in those eyes, never straying far from her. a kiss will certainly bring quite a few things to mind. hopefully, this. this entire night of a god, her god, getting down on one knee and promising forever.
unfortunately though, hiyori notices. she doesn't point it out, simply continues on her path to touch him and eventually
yes, that. kiss him. he beats her to the punch. she kneads at his shoulders while he kisses her wet hair, all over her face and she makes a noise when their lips meet again. she answers his desperation with equal measure and all but lays her body against his.
she's giving him a very soft and affectionate look when he resurfaces and brushes his wet hair out of his eyes, strand by strand, so water doesn't get in his eyes. more water. ]
You've made this the best Christmas ever for me, God of Fortune, Yatogami-sama...
[ if only their friends and family from home could be here, too. to celebrate.
people wouldn't wonder why she's in love with him if they could see this. ]
Yato... my future husband... [ and with that, comes a breathless and disbelieving giggle. she'd wonder what everyone would say but it doesn't matter that much to her. merely a curiosity. what matters is that he loves her and they want the same things. ]
Hehe, are you going to be Yato Iki?