10-24-2020, 11:06 AM
Molech
Not yet.
Molech grasps at her words greedily, hungrily. Not ever, he muses to himself, finding that her response still manages to keep that same gentle smile fueled on his lips. He inhales deeply as her mind gives him an idea of who waits for her: a mother and a father, a sister. But it seems complicated and he saves that information for himself and wonders if the way she clings to him now will fade in time, or if their not missing her would keep her close. Perhaps he could stretch out this ‘little while longer’ further than she imagines.
There is some sort of sadness in the final pieces of her thoughts and even Molech feels the effect of them; his smile quiets into a straight line, gently tipping his head away from her to catch her eyes with the inquisitive gaze of her own. He does not like it when she is sad and he decides that he will make her happy - happier than when she is with her family and enough to where she would leave them behind for him.
There is no power in the family, he thinks to himself but is careful to not let it seep into her own mind. It would have to be her own choice - otherwise, she would never leave them for him. His smile slowly creeps back onto his face as his lips quirk upwards. Maybe one day she would even die for him, in the name of love.
“You doubt your value to me, Clementia,” he replies softly with a gentle roll of his deep green shoulder, enjoying the way that her crystalline body not only reflects the water that runs beneath them but the green and gold of his body. His brow furrows slightly, becoming slightly somber. “I have no one else but you.”
Molech grasps at her words greedily, hungrily. Not ever, he muses to himself, finding that her response still manages to keep that same gentle smile fueled on his lips. He inhales deeply as her mind gives him an idea of who waits for her: a mother and a father, a sister. But it seems complicated and he saves that information for himself and wonders if the way she clings to him now will fade in time, or if their not missing her would keep her close. Perhaps he could stretch out this ‘little while longer’ further than she imagines.
There is some sort of sadness in the final pieces of her thoughts and even Molech feels the effect of them; his smile quiets into a straight line, gently tipping his head away from her to catch her eyes with the inquisitive gaze of her own. He does not like it when she is sad and he decides that he will make her happy - happier than when she is with her family and enough to where she would leave them behind for him.
There is no power in the family, he thinks to himself but is careful to not let it seep into her own mind. It would have to be her own choice - otherwise, she would never leave them for him. His smile slowly creeps back onto his face as his lips quirk upwards. Maybe one day she would even die for him, in the name of love.
“You doubt your value to me, Clementia,” he replies softly with a gentle roll of his deep green shoulder, enjoying the way that her crystalline body not only reflects the water that runs beneath them but the green and gold of his body. His brow furrows slightly, becoming slightly somber. “I have no one else but you.”
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[clementia]