[ She reaches up to take his hands in hers, interrupting the massage to show him the tactile crevices that cuts and claws have left over her skin. He takes them in with concern he's aware isn't needed, as it's all in the past. The wounds have healed and she is rougher for it, not just on the outside. Though right now in her emotionally drained state, it's difficult to tell just how calloused her soul has become. He listens to her speak with little care.
She then slides her hands away again, but he catches one. Holds it gently, and lifts it back to her shoulder. He leans in close, hovering beside her ear and speaking lowly, his tone a mix of playful and perfectly serious- ]
My hands do not serve you, Rani. They are given willingly.
[ He bends his head down a little further, so she can feel his breath over the back of her hand. His lips barely brush the tips of her knuckles, as if he's about to kiss her in an oath of fealty, but no. His voice drops an octave lower as he whispers- ] Do not forget that.
[ He gives his service as willingly at the symbiote will allow him to, at least - and not just to her, but to the Nest as a whole. He's compelled by the symbiote, but he likes to think he would still be there for her... or that's what it likes him to think.
He straights back up and the music in his mind grows a little louder, drowning those thoughts. Her hand slides from his again as he sets back to work on her rubbing her shoulders, simply and slowly. ]
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She then slides her hands away again, but he catches one. Holds it gently, and lifts it back to her shoulder. He leans in close, hovering beside her ear and speaking lowly, his tone a mix of playful and perfectly serious- ]
My hands do not serve you, Rani. They are given willingly.
[ He bends his head down a little further, so she can feel his breath over the back of her hand. His lips barely brush the tips of her knuckles, as if he's about to kiss her in an oath of fealty, but no. His voice drops an octave lower as he whispers- ] Do not forget that.
[ He gives his service as willingly at the symbiote will allow him to, at least - and not just to her, but to the Nest as a whole. He's compelled by the symbiote, but he likes to think he would still be there for her... or that's what it likes him to think.
He straights back up and the music in his mind grows a little louder, drowning those thoughts. Her hand slides from his again as he sets back to work on her rubbing her shoulders, simply and slowly. ]