That he's been chosen from a pantheon of gods and a sea of human beings is a fact that he's gradually come to realize as something of a miracle he should be grateful for. Never in another lifetime will he be so lucky as to have the love of a woman as wonderful as Hiyori.]
I know... More than I'll ever be able to grasp.
[Because he knows he's a dense idiot. One who has trouble fully comprehending the relationships he finds himself entangled in. But he's trying, desperately, to acknowledge the preciousness of this gift he's been given. He may never become a true God of Fortune, but he's the luckiest god out there.
Part of him wants to cry at the thought of Hiyori being wed, no longer free to do as she pleases. And yet, when it's him she'll be attached to, dedicated to, he can't help wanting to get up and shout from the rooftops, "I'M MARRYING HIYORI IKI!! SHE'S GONNA BE MY WIFEEEEE!!!" Thankfully for her, he resists. Dummy.
Playful dummy at that, as he grins in return and boops her nose with a finger.]
Of course~ What better way to up my godly game than to marry a woman who's better off than me, hmm? Gods save lives, but for a human to do the same is even more amazing, I think.
[Kissing the spot he tapped on her nose, he then moves on to her cheek and then lips, nibbling ever so slightly at her lower one. Enough to entice her a bit. His goal isn't exactly lewd, but he wouldn't say no if it took a turn in that direction. At some point he expects them to be intimate. It'd be the best way to end their promise to one another to be wed.]
Hmmm... As you wish... My lady deserves to be treated with all the reverence fitting her doctorate, after all.
[Flashing her a smartass grin, he then steals a long kiss from her, hands roaming over her back down to her bottom, which he pinches playfully. Unless things are serious, he refuses to cease his antics. He wouldn't be Yato without them.]
Unless of course you're asking for something more...? [He can't hide the note of hopefulness coloring his voice as they break for air, eyes sparkling with desire and joviality.]
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That he's been chosen from a pantheon of gods and a sea of human beings is a fact that he's gradually come to realize as something of a miracle he should be grateful for. Never in another lifetime will he be so lucky as to have the love of a woman as wonderful as Hiyori.]
I know... More than I'll ever be able to grasp.
[Because he knows he's a dense idiot. One who has trouble fully comprehending the relationships he finds himself entangled in. But he's trying, desperately, to acknowledge the preciousness of this gift he's been given. He may never become a true God of Fortune, but he's the luckiest god out there.
Part of him wants to cry at the thought of Hiyori being wed, no longer free to do as she pleases. And yet, when it's him she'll be attached to, dedicated to, he can't help wanting to get up and shout from the rooftops, "I'M MARRYING HIYORI IKI!! SHE'S GONNA BE MY WIFEEEEE!!!" Thankfully for her, he resists. Dummy.
Playful dummy at that, as he grins in return and boops her nose with a finger.]
Of course~ What better way to up my godly game than to marry a woman who's better off than me, hmm? Gods save lives, but for a human to do the same is even more amazing, I think.
[Kissing the spot he tapped on her nose, he then moves on to her cheek and then lips, nibbling ever so slightly at her lower one. Enough to entice her a bit. His goal isn't exactly lewd, but he wouldn't say no if it took a turn in that direction. At some point he expects them to be intimate. It'd be the best way to end their promise to one another to be wed.]
Hmmm... As you wish... My lady deserves to be treated with all the reverence fitting her doctorate, after all.
[Flashing her a smartass grin, he then steals a long kiss from her, hands roaming over her back down to her bottom, which he pinches playfully. Unless things are serious, he refuses to cease his antics. He wouldn't be Yato without them.]
Unless of course you're asking for something more...? [He can't hide the note of hopefulness coloring his voice as they break for air, eyes sparkling with desire and joviality.]