The splash of violet that creeps into her eyes makes him smile, not only out of arousal but out of a heartfelt joy that she is able to share that part of her soul with him, just as he is able to share his full self with her - he does not need to hide who he is, what he is.
"You would not be wrong to claim it," he murmurs quietly, trailing his lips lower on her body, working his way over her skin with soft kisses. "Your heart is humble, my love. It is one of the things that I find most attractive of your soul."
He exhales, pressing his forehead lightly to her ribcage, allowing himself a moment to collect his thoughts and straighten his words.
"You have such great powers that you could use in so many ways...and you choose kindness, and caring. You are unafraid to walk alongside those who need the most help, to dirty your hands to lift others. So many others with even lesser gifts than yours would simply turn their heads and look elsewhere...and you do not."
(And he has been the street rat lying in the gutter, the beggar in the alleyway shadows, spat upon and kicked. She could easily have done the same to him as he wandered in the desert, and yet, she did not.)
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Date: 2024-05-05 12:08 am (UTC)"You would not be wrong to claim it," he murmurs quietly, trailing his lips lower on her body, working his way over her skin with soft kisses. "Your heart is humble, my love. It is one of the things that I find most attractive of your soul."
He exhales, pressing his forehead lightly to her ribcage, allowing himself a moment to collect his thoughts and straighten his words.
"You have such great powers that you could use in so many ways...and you choose kindness, and caring. You are unafraid to walk alongside those who need the most help, to dirty your hands to lift others. So many others with even lesser gifts than yours would simply turn their heads and look elsewhere...and you do not."
(And he has been the street rat lying in the gutter, the beggar in the alleyway shadows, spat upon and kicked. She could easily have done the same to him as he wandered in the desert, and yet, she did not.)