[ Her response was that of an amused chuckle and a mischievous grin. His own body was a reflection of her work too: though unlike his warrior's wardrobe limitations, his own attire would hide them all just fine. His own little secret. He had made sure to place a few marks on her flesh to make it more difficult to hide from eyes though. Even if he was not able to come right out and declare that she was his (and he was hers, after all), it would still offer enough proof that the Warrior of Darkness belonged to another. ]
Whatever this source of inspiration was I find myself very grateful to it. I certainly hope that will not be the only time you decide to take on a more creative approach.
[ But even as he held the viera close and kissed the corners of her mouth, a realization dwaned upon him.
Hades knew that now he was in a precarious situation. His loyalty to Zodiark was absolute. Time had become a meaningless construct as the years became decades, decades into centuries, centuries into eons. Everything he has done since the fall of his god was to restore him to power and bring back his home and his people. Seven calamities - seven rejoinings - each one bringing him closer to his goal. However, as his lips found hers once more, a gentle murmur of her name slipping through the gap, the ascian knew that things were no longer so simple. A hand slipped behind her neck, fingers loosely playing at the mess of silver hair. he was too drained to take her yet again but he could still enjoy the soft and gentle exchanges of kisses and light touches.
The architect struggled to face the thought of the woman in his arms dying, succumbing to the light that festered within. The rest of the First be damned. He would still see it rejoined with the Source. When his somber gaze met hers, his thumb stroked the side of her neck, the fact that he could not bear the thought of her sacrificing herself for this shard felt like a weight in his stomach. There was too much of her in the soul that shone in this vessel. And the more she would remember the worse it made his conundrum.
The only possible means he could think of to keep her alive would be to--
He flinched suddenly. Nothing more than an abrupt headache that throbbed momentarily. When Hades winced he knew that train of thought could not be followed to the end however. Not when the tempering was strong and ingrained into his mind and soul. ]
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Whatever this source of inspiration was I find myself very grateful to it. I certainly hope that will not be the only time you decide to take on a more creative approach.
[ But even as he held the viera close and kissed the corners of her mouth, a realization dwaned upon him.
Hades knew that now he was in a precarious situation. His loyalty to Zodiark was absolute. Time had become a meaningless construct as the years became decades, decades into centuries, centuries into eons. Everything he has done since the fall of his god was to restore him to power and bring back his home and his people. Seven calamities - seven rejoinings - each one bringing him closer to his goal. However, as his lips found hers once more, a gentle murmur of her name slipping through the gap, the ascian knew that things were no longer so simple. A hand slipped behind her neck, fingers loosely playing at the mess of silver hair. he was too drained to take her yet again but he could still enjoy the soft and gentle exchanges of kisses and light touches.
The architect struggled to face the thought of the woman in his arms dying, succumbing to the light that festered within. The rest of the First be damned. He would still see it rejoined with the Source. When his somber gaze met hers, his thumb stroked the side of her neck, the fact that he could not bear the thought of her sacrificing herself for this shard felt like a weight in his stomach. There was too much of her in the soul that shone in this vessel. And the more she would remember the worse it made his conundrum.
The only possible means he could think of to keep her alive would be to--
He flinched suddenly. Nothing more than an abrupt headache that throbbed momentarily. When Hades winced he knew that train of thought could not be followed to the end however. Not when the tempering was strong and ingrained into his mind and soul. ]