[ She breathed, with a soft smile, breath that slipped from between her lips. Hayame's hands were always so warm, and so strong, with calluses and strength that she knew came from her long hours and years of training. Akua had often found that those who honed their bodies were... pleasing to look at. The way they were hewn, and carved, like living weapons that could cut too close if one were not careful with them.
Akua had no intention of being clumsy with Hayame, but she knew that the blade of the jinba cut every way possible. The woman had different thoughts and a different... logic than the average Praesi. While Akua would smile and tease an enemy, especially a bitter rival who pushed her harder and harder, Hayame did not feel the same. Were she to have Sebastian's attention in the way Hayame did, she would use that to her advantage, and sharpen the demon's iron as well as hers.
No, Hayame was like an axe, instead of blades of iron against one another. An axe that cut down, instead of strengthened. Enemies and Rivals were not to be hewn, but eliminated, and she understood that Hayame saw all that were her opponent as simply that. Just as Akua would cut down those beneath her, Hayame would too. All who did not agree were her enemies.
She felt it a difficult balance that she walked, though the longer they were in here, in this room, the longer she found it more difficult to think upon. She instead drug her fingers against Hayame's withers, before she sat on the seat made for her, and gestured toward the large, soft rug at her feet. To allow Hayame space to be close to her. Even, should she take it. ]
We cannot dally, but there is no reason to push ourselves beyond our limits. We must rest, and I would much rather rest with someone I know.
[ She does not use the word trust, and whether it is an omission or simply not in her vocabulary, it is difficult to say. ]
Allow me to help you find relaxation, at least for a time here.
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[ She breathed, with a soft smile, breath that slipped from between her lips. Hayame's hands were always so warm, and so strong, with calluses and strength that she knew came from her long hours and years of training. Akua had often found that those who honed their bodies were... pleasing to look at. The way they were hewn, and carved, like living weapons that could cut too close if one were not careful with them.
Akua had no intention of being clumsy with Hayame, but she knew that the blade of the jinba cut every way possible. The woman had different thoughts and a different... logic than the average Praesi. While Akua would smile and tease an enemy, especially a bitter rival who pushed her harder and harder, Hayame did not feel the same. Were she to have Sebastian's attention in the way Hayame did, she would use that to her advantage, and sharpen the demon's iron as well as hers.
No, Hayame was like an axe, instead of blades of iron against one another. An axe that cut down, instead of strengthened. Enemies and Rivals were not to be hewn, but eliminated, and she understood that Hayame saw all that were her opponent as simply that. Just as Akua would cut down those beneath her, Hayame would too. All who did not agree were her enemies.
She felt it a difficult balance that she walked, though the longer they were in here, in this room, the longer she found it more difficult to think upon. She instead drug her fingers against Hayame's withers, before she sat on the seat made for her, and gestured toward the large, soft rug at her feet. To allow Hayame space to be close to her. Even, should she take it. ]
We cannot dally, but there is no reason to push ourselves beyond our limits. We must rest, and I would much rather rest with someone I know.
[ She does not use the word trust, and whether it is an omission or simply not in her vocabulary, it is difficult to say. ]
Allow me to help you find relaxation, at least for a time here.