Jul 23, 2025 4:48 am
Seeing Henry holding his head gingerly, Persephone gets up and goes to the bathroom and gets him some pain killers and an antacid. She refills his water and gives him the pills.
She regards him for a moment. What do I say? Ugh… I mean, he seems nice, for the most part. And he knows I’m in a pact with a demon, or whatever, but he still likes me? That’s … well, it’s something. And he really did try to comfort me last night, when I told him about the… the attack… Huh. Well, I know what else expects of me … and just giving him that is easier than actually figuring out how I feel right now…I dunno …
She slides behind him and gives him a gentle shoulder and head rub, to help with the hangover. While doing so, she smiles sheepishly and says, "So. Um, wow. I didn’t expect that to happen! I mean, it was really nice! But I’m not like that normally! Well… I guess I should say I haven’t been like that since college, ha. But still! I… I don’t know. So what do you think we should do? We could… try to see if we work together when we’re both sober. But if you wanna just forget the whole thing and go, I wouldn’t blame you, frankly. I… I can be a lot. You know?"
She finished rubbing his neck and spun around him to be in front of him. Her robe was loose and though she wasn’t revealing anything, it was clear she was nude beneath it. And he was as well, beneath the blanket.
It seemed like the thing he wanted and right now it was easier to meet other people’s needs and wants than to interrogate her own feelings and desires. So, as she sat there waiting for his reply, she shifted enough to allow her robe to fall open. Then she offered herself up to him again, there on the bed, and then, after, again in the shower.
Afterwards, she provided some toiletries for him and dressed. She slipped out to make coffee, feeling quite pleased with herself.
At least there are some things I can still control… at least some things I’m still good at, that I can do to make myself and others feel good, instead of just hurting people and suffering…
She regards him for a moment. What do I say? Ugh… I mean, he seems nice, for the most part. And he knows I’m in a pact with a demon, or whatever, but he still likes me? That’s … well, it’s something. And he really did try to comfort me last night, when I told him about the… the attack… Huh. Well, I know what else expects of me … and just giving him that is easier than actually figuring out how I feel right now…I dunno …
She slides behind him and gives him a gentle shoulder and head rub, to help with the hangover. While doing so, she smiles sheepishly and says, "So. Um, wow. I didn’t expect that to happen! I mean, it was really nice! But I’m not like that normally! Well… I guess I should say I haven’t been like that since college, ha. But still! I… I don’t know. So what do you think we should do? We could… try to see if we work together when we’re both sober. But if you wanna just forget the whole thing and go, I wouldn’t blame you, frankly. I… I can be a lot. You know?"
She finished rubbing his neck and spun around him to be in front of him. Her robe was loose and though she wasn’t revealing anything, it was clear she was nude beneath it. And he was as well, beneath the blanket.
It seemed like the thing he wanted and right now it was easier to meet other people’s needs and wants than to interrogate her own feelings and desires. So, as she sat there waiting for his reply, she shifted enough to allow her robe to fall open. Then she offered herself up to him again, there on the bed, and then, after, again in the shower.
Afterwards, she provided some toiletries for him and dressed. She slipped out to make coffee, feeling quite pleased with herself.
At least there are some things I can still control… at least some things I’m still good at, that I can do to make myself and others feel good, instead of just hurting people and suffering…
