She waits very patiently, arms folded across her as he takes the time to remove his boots. Easier for him to come to her than the other way around, though that isn't really true. Maybe it is just a touch of selfishness on her part. When he is near enough, she finally shifts, lifting her hands and if he'll let her, she carefully reach up to his face simply to hold it, simply to carefully splay her claws along the line of his jaw.
If only because he really does need to hear what she's going to say.]
You... don't serve me. [Despite how very pointed she can be with him, these words are considerably more gentle, more marked with concern.] You aren't a thing. You aren't a possession. [And she knows that it's complicated. She gets that.] You are my equal and I cannot bear to hear you say ridiculous things like you only want to give me what I want. That's not how this should be.
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She waits very patiently, arms folded across her as he takes the time to remove his boots. Easier for him to come to her than the other way around, though that isn't really true. Maybe it is just a touch of selfishness on her part. When he is near enough, she finally shifts, lifting her hands and if he'll let her, she carefully reach up to his face simply to hold it, simply to carefully splay her claws along the line of his jaw.
If only because he really does need to hear what she's going to say.]
You... don't serve me. [Despite how very pointed she can be with him, these words are considerably more gentle, more marked with concern.] You aren't a thing. You aren't a possession. [And she knows that it's complicated. She gets that.] You are my equal and I cannot bear to hear you say ridiculous things like you only want to give me what I want. That's not how this should be.