[Adell's own expression softens, his blush fading into something much more subdued, but the look on his face looked... touched, more than anything.]
Sera...
[...Of her. While now the notion seemed preposterous, he remembered back to the first time they met. How hostile he had been toward her for what she was, and how petrified he was of her ever actually charming him. She knew he'd been marked by another succubus, and told him as such; the scars on his face actually running far deeper than they looked. Down through his skin, through his mind, his conscious, subconscious, down all the way through his heart and very soul.
A cut so deep, he scarcely realized how far it went until she showed him. ...And it was only through her did it ever actually heal, but...
She had no way of knowing if it ever really had; he had never said a word about it, and while he was more than clearly comfortable with her now, taking that step... with a succubus, no less...
He knew she would never hurt him, never steal his soul, or worse. But there were times early on in their relationship where that gnawing fear still nipped at the back of his mind. It was a process to get past that, even though he knew they mutually loved one another.
...Adell's eyes drifted shut briefly, almost meditatively.]
...Thank you. That means more to me than I can possibly say.
[His eyes cracked back open about halfway. He looked relaxed, if still pensive and thoughtful. But there wasn't shame there anymore, or embarrassment.]
I'm not afraid of you anymore. I just... have no idea what I'm doing. I never knew how to approach you about it. Whenever I thought I was ready, it seemed like... you might not be in the mood for it, or something else was in the way, or it might just be the wrong time.
I know that this sounds silly, but... I didn't want to disappoint you either. Something special, something romantic, like I know you'd really want.
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Sera...
[...Of her. While now the notion seemed preposterous, he remembered back to the first time they met. How hostile he had been toward her for what she was, and how petrified he was of her ever actually charming him. She knew he'd been marked by another succubus, and told him as such; the scars on his face actually running far deeper than they looked. Down through his skin, through his mind, his conscious, subconscious, down all the way through his heart and very soul.
A cut so deep, he scarcely realized how far it went until she showed him. ...And it was only through her did it ever actually heal, but...
She had no way of knowing if it ever really had; he had never said a word about it, and while he was more than clearly comfortable with her now, taking that step... with a succubus, no less...
He knew she would never hurt him, never steal his soul, or worse. But there were times early on in their relationship where that gnawing fear still nipped at the back of his mind. It was a process to get past that, even though he knew they mutually loved one another.
...Adell's eyes drifted shut briefly, almost meditatively.]
...Thank you. That means more to me than I can possibly say.
[His eyes cracked back open about halfway. He looked relaxed, if still pensive and thoughtful. But there wasn't shame there anymore, or embarrassment.]
I'm not afraid of you anymore. I just... have no idea what I'm doing. I never knew how to approach you about it. Whenever I thought I was ready, it seemed like... you might not be in the mood for it, or something else was in the way, or it might just be the wrong time.
I know that this sounds silly, but... I didn't want to disappoint you either. Something special, something romantic, like I know you'd really want.