[ It's fair, and it's what she wants. She imagines nothing would mean more, in the end- as long as they told each other the truth.
At his words of staking a claim, her ears lift, a hint of her huntress side showing in her gaze as she tilts her head. ]
It would be staking my claim. But I'd go that far for someone I love.
[ As soon as she says it, though, really voices that word, her expression shifts to surprise before red colours her cheeks. Lifting a hand to the side of Jakurai's face, she meets his gaze, wondering just when she fell this hard...
The thought of marking him, making him symbolically hers, it excites her in a way she knows she hasn't felt in a long, long time. There are some rituals she can't give up on, even if she's adopted modern life.
Shifting her hand to her belt, to undo the robe on top and to reveal the two-piece lingerie she's wearing, she lets him see her, letting the robe pool around her knees. With a smile, she slides her hands up to the sides of his head, threading her fingers in his hair. ]
... I love you. I was afraid of saying it again, for the longest time... but I love you, Jakurai Jinguji. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, even among everyone that wants us here... can I want that?
[ Her ears droop slightly, as though worried he might refuse. But she's laying herself bare before him, wanting his consent, and wanting to give him something she never imagined she'd have the heart to give again. ]
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[ It's fair, and it's what she wants. She imagines nothing would mean more, in the end- as long as they told each other the truth.
At his words of staking a claim, her ears lift, a hint of her huntress side showing in her gaze as she tilts her head. ]
It would be staking my claim. But I'd go that far for someone I love.
[ As soon as she says it, though, really voices that word, her expression shifts to surprise before red colours her cheeks. Lifting a hand to the side of Jakurai's face, she meets his gaze, wondering just when she fell this hard...
The thought of marking him, making him symbolically hers, it excites her in a way she knows she hasn't felt in a long, long time. There are some rituals she can't give up on, even if she's adopted modern life.
Shifting her hand to her belt, to undo the robe on top and to reveal the two-piece lingerie she's wearing, she lets him see her, letting the robe pool around her knees. With a smile, she slides her hands up to the sides of his head, threading her fingers in his hair. ]
... I love you. I was afraid of saying it again, for the longest time... but I love you, Jakurai Jinguji. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, even among everyone that wants us here... can I want that?
[ Her ears droop slightly, as though worried he might refuse. But she's laying herself bare before him, wanting his consent, and wanting to give him something she never imagined she'd have the heart to give again. ]