Servicing

He held her gently, and she could feel a paw running down his spine. Never, never in her life had she been touched just to offer her comfort. Such an almost casual motion, and yet nothing had ever meant more to her. Who was Artorias, that he could have such gentleness inside of him? "I don't know. I just saw you and... I knew." the idea of someone seeing her and immediately needing to claim her was not new, but Art did not grab her because he wanted to claim her beauty as his own. To marvel at this object that belonged to him, and feel her beneath him. This was… wholesome. A word she had never reached for before.

He continued on, explaining the gut feeling, the reach of fate. She didn’t understand, but she was grateful for it all the same. She wiped her tears and leaned back from his grasp, offering him an uncertain smile. “Well, I'm yours now.” And she hoped that never changed. “Will you tell me of your Princess, Artorias?” she asked, wanting to know if both parties of her ownership would be this strange new thing.


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