[It would be easy to mistake him for a good man, looking as he does now. There's no changing his wicked eyes, reminiscent of a serpent, but here they only reflect a faint warmth. His breathing has slowed, his touch soft against hers. Curiously, he feels her out, and again it lacks perversion; he just wants to know, smoothing over her knuckles, the tips of her fingers, the little grooves in her hands. It is a positive sign, and a sign that he trusts her, touching him so intimately.
Eventually he does pull away, and sheepish, he removes himself from the roll without issue. I suppose the most honest here is you stings a little in this regard, as it's very obvious that's not true and that she's extending him the benefit of doubt he doesn't truly deserve.
But he will remember this. He will remember that she did. And that's what's important.]
I am glad you are trying.
[To understand. Even though she will never.
Gilgamesh picks up the rolls he left behind, and with a short smile, nods for her to continue along with him down the aisles. It seems their bond has grown stronger.]
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Eventually he does pull away, and sheepish, he removes himself from the roll without issue. I suppose the most honest here is you stings a little in this regard, as it's very obvious that's not true and that she's extending him the benefit of doubt he doesn't truly deserve.
But he will remember this. He will remember that she did. And that's what's important.]
I am glad you are trying.
[To understand. Even though she will never.
Gilgamesh picks up the rolls he left behind, and with a short smile, nods for her to continue along with him down the aisles. It seems their bond has grown stronger.]