He can't help it; he laughs aloud, startled (and a little delighted) by her declaration. They both know it's not actually true, objectively speaking. If someone could take top honors in terms of looks, he's likely not a pale, scarred, near-sighted thing who spent a few weeks too many in a crypt.
What it really means is something else, something he values far greater than any notion of objective truth. This is how much I love you, she's saying, so much that I look at your face, in all its pinched sour-looking glory, and I don't care that you're not even the most handsome de Rolo.
"I think we need to have your eyes checked," he says warmly, a low noise escaping him as her breast grazes softly against his shaft. Her attention is certainly having some effect, even if it's slower than he'd like; her tongue at his hipbone, lining out the seam of his leg, was particularly inspiring. "Or perhaps see if you've sustained a concussion."
Have you hit your head recently, Vex? He reaches out to touch her cheek, all affection.
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Date: 2025-01-23 01:55 pm (UTC)What it really means is something else, something he values far greater than any notion of objective truth. This is how much I love you, she's saying, so much that I look at your face, in all its pinched sour-looking glory, and I don't care that you're not even the most handsome de Rolo.
"I think we need to have your eyes checked," he says warmly, a low noise escaping him as her breast grazes softly against his shaft. Her attention is certainly having some effect, even if it's slower than he'd like; her tongue at his hipbone, lining out the seam of his leg, was particularly inspiring. "Or perhaps see if you've sustained a concussion."
Have you hit your head recently, Vex? He reaches out to touch her cheek, all affection.