NIER
Oh, yes. Most definitely yes.
Now this was an unexpected treat. There he was, walking along his merry invisible way when lo an' behold a pretty, pretty face. Suuuuch a pretty face. And he was fairly certain he was actually looking at her face when he thought so. Mostly.
Nah, maybe not, but the rest of her was just so damned delicious.
She splayed herself awkwardly like a newborn babe would, unsteady on new legs. He cocked his head and watched, leaning casually against a tree nearby. She was a dirty sort of gold, but where there was gold her coat seemed to catch aflame in shimmering gilt. He'd been a bit gold once himself. Not in a long while, many years. Many, many years. And not quite like her. She was a bit sooty, and it made her look dirty, but almost in a purposeful way. Like a child who insisted on dressing themselves and picked out the most ridiculous, mismatching outfit. A perfect little mess.
And she was that; practically a child.
And yet, she most certainly was not.
Her face loosed to something a little more fragile, and she peered over her shoulder at something. Nothing was there, no monsters or evildoers, but her eyes welled up regardless. He frowned. Then grinned. Mmm, look at all that quivering confusion. So broken. So lost. Perfect. Oh, yes. He would be exactly what she needed. And she'd come to know it, come to crave it. She would need him.
He tsked sadly at her anxious face as he pushed off from the trunk. Solid steps displaced the bed of leaves on the ground, trailing closer and closer to her until he was confidently wrapping around her. Possessive. Protective. It was unthinkable that he made himself so present so soon.
What's got you, li'l dove? he asked softly in concern, draping a large and unseen wing over her back like a security blanket. Pulling her closer as though she were indeed a child who needed coddling and reassurance. Nice and warm. Buttoned up and secure.
You're safe now. I have you. Nothing touches what's mine.
Now this was an unexpected treat. There he was, walking along his merry invisible way when lo an' behold a pretty, pretty face. Suuuuch a pretty face. And he was fairly certain he was actually looking at her face when he thought so. Mostly.
Nah, maybe not, but the rest of her was just so damned delicious.
She splayed herself awkwardly like a newborn babe would, unsteady on new legs. He cocked his head and watched, leaning casually against a tree nearby. She was a dirty sort of gold, but where there was gold her coat seemed to catch aflame in shimmering gilt. He'd been a bit gold once himself. Not in a long while, many years. Many, many years. And not quite like her. She was a bit sooty, and it made her look dirty, but almost in a purposeful way. Like a child who insisted on dressing themselves and picked out the most ridiculous, mismatching outfit. A perfect little mess.
And she was that; practically a child.
And yet, she most certainly was not.
Her face loosed to something a little more fragile, and she peered over her shoulder at something. Nothing was there, no monsters or evildoers, but her eyes welled up regardless. He frowned. Then grinned. Mmm, look at all that quivering confusion. So broken. So lost. Perfect. Oh, yes. He would be exactly what she needed. And she'd come to know it, come to crave it. She would need him.
He tsked sadly at her anxious face as he pushed off from the trunk. Solid steps displaced the bed of leaves on the ground, trailing closer and closer to her until he was confidently wrapping around her. Possessive. Protective. It was unthinkable that he made himself so present so soon.
What's got you, li'l dove? he asked softly in concern, draping a large and unseen wing over her back like a security blanket. Pulling her closer as though she were indeed a child who needed coddling and reassurance. Nice and warm. Buttoned up and secure.
You're safe now. I have you. Nothing touches what's mine.