she turns her head away as he leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes mostly over her ear, her neck, and anastasia appears to occupy herself with gazing out at the rest of the club. truthfully, she sees nothing at all.
he's not wrong. although her spells could thrash any assassin, that doesn't exactly help him use his body. is she... just going to agree to it, though? shouldn't there be more debate than this? she's an imperial princess. she has never known a man.
her (admittedly well-intentioned) desire to assist an ally wins out over her long defeated need to preserve her chastity. she's given up on everything; why is this any different?
he could just be using her, but then, there's the same answer: it doesn't matter.
perhaps they have one more thing in common.
she moves to thread a hand with his, if he'll allow it, and lightly presses her body against his chest as she almost nuzzles into the crook of his neck with the intimacy.]
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she turns her head away as he leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes mostly over her ear, her neck, and anastasia appears to occupy herself with gazing out at the rest of the club. truthfully, she sees nothing at all.
he's not wrong. although her spells could thrash any assassin, that doesn't exactly help him use his body. is she... just going to agree to it, though? shouldn't there be more debate than this? she's an imperial princess. she has never known a man.
her (admittedly well-intentioned) desire to assist an ally wins out over her long defeated need to preserve her chastity. she's given up on everything; why is this any different?
he could just be using her, but then, there's the same answer: it doesn't matter.
perhaps they have one more thing in common.
she moves to thread a hand with his, if he'll allow it, and lightly presses her body against his chest as she almost nuzzles into the crook of his neck with the intimacy.]