[Tartaglia's head nuzzles into the clavicle of her neck, breathing hard and sinking into the euphoric feeling of the incredible orgasm he just had. Her words ring in his mind as he tries to catch his breath, her hand in his hair bringing him further into her presence all around him, her warmth comforting him and soothing him into a completely relaxed state. His back buzzes from his own high, and in his head her words echo:
I belong to you alone - You own my heart, my soul, my body...-
His body curls up on hers, drunk on her corrupted devotion. It's as if something was planted inside of his mind, and it now is sprouting vines that bind him completely to her, reciprocating that obsessive, neurotic feeling of needing her, wanting her, melding with her.
Yoimiya is all he needs, all he wants.
Yoimiya is his queen, and he her willing, devoted blade, until the day he dies.
Yoimiya is his life, and without her, all that's left is battle- and though battle would satisfy his soul, he desires for both and will settle for nothing less.
Those thoughts seep into his mind, accepting them unconsciously and fitting them into the cornerstone of his being, a new, dark love for her blossoming within his heart. It darkens every corner of his soul, just as his solipsistic drive to crush and defeat anyone who stands in his path to conquering the world already has. These two ideas coexist in harmony in his twisted mind- for Yoimiya doesn't stand in his way, but beside him.]
Yoimiya...my burning flame in the bitter darkness, you and I will always be together for the rest of time. We shall stand at the tallest mountaintop, gazing down upon the bloodied landscape of the defeated, having laid waste to all those who dare oppose us.
[Ajax looks up, his eyes darkened, swirling with warped ambition and love. Yoimiya's pristine features fill his vision, taking his breath away, his hand reaching up to touch her cheek gingerly, as if she were to be worshipped and respected. A perfect being, in his eyes.]
Conquer the world with me, Yoimiya. Together, nothing can stand in our way. My love for you runs deeper than the very trenches of the vast, dark ocean. My blade is yours to command- give the order, and I will obey it. I love you, and your will is my will.
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I belong to you alone - You own my heart, my soul, my body...-
His body curls up on hers, drunk on her corrupted devotion. It's as if something was planted inside of his mind, and it now is sprouting vines that bind him completely to her, reciprocating that obsessive, neurotic feeling of needing her, wanting her, melding with her.
Yoimiya is all he needs, all he wants.
Yoimiya is his queen, and he her willing, devoted blade, until the day he dies.
Yoimiya is his life, and without her, all that's left is battle- and though battle would satisfy his soul, he desires for both and will settle for nothing less.
Those thoughts seep into his mind, accepting them unconsciously and fitting them into the cornerstone of his being, a new, dark love for her blossoming within his heart. It darkens every corner of his soul, just as his solipsistic drive to crush and defeat anyone who stands in his path to conquering the world already has. These two ideas coexist in harmony in his twisted mind- for Yoimiya doesn't stand in his way, but beside him.]
Yoimiya...my burning flame in the bitter darkness, you and I will always be together for the rest of time. We shall stand at the tallest mountaintop, gazing down upon the bloodied landscape of the defeated, having laid waste to all those who dare oppose us.
[Ajax looks up, his eyes darkened, swirling with warped ambition and love. Yoimiya's pristine features fill his vision, taking his breath away, his hand reaching up to touch her cheek gingerly, as if she were to be worshipped and respected. A perfect being, in his eyes.]
Conquer the world with me, Yoimiya. Together, nothing can stand in our way. My love for you runs deeper than the very trenches of the vast, dark ocean. My blade is yours to command- give the order, and I will obey it. I love you, and your will is my will.