As goddesses go, Vex'ahlia is a fairly earthy one.
There is a certain kind of power that feels as though it comes with this kind of intimacy, this kind of control over someone else—someone who quite frankly seems as though he may be rather over controlling himself. Everyone needs to let go now and again, and after Percy's time in prison and whatever it may have been that came before it, it's clear that it's his time to slip.
Imagine being able to give him that, and him letting go so fucking eagerly.
"It's all right," Vex says. Whether it's understanding or permission doesn't matter, because she doesn't fucking care. She's clearly willing to be flattered by his enthusiasm.
She adds then, "If you go now, I'll just find some way for you to make it up to me later."
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Date: 2025-02-04 05:37 pm (UTC)There is a certain kind of power that feels as though it comes with this kind of intimacy, this kind of control over someone else—someone who quite frankly seems as though he may be rather over controlling himself. Everyone needs to let go now and again, and after Percy's time in prison and whatever it may have been that came before it, it's clear that it's his time to slip.
Imagine being able to give him that, and him letting go so fucking eagerly.
"It's all right," Vex says. Whether it's understanding or permission doesn't matter, because she doesn't fucking care. She's clearly willing to be flattered by his enthusiasm.
She adds then, "If you go now, I'll just find some way for you to make it up to me later."
Permission, and a promise.