[Her grin pulls even wider. Love is not an unfamiliar feeling to her by a long shot, but it was typically reserved for experiencing it through the mortals that she watched from afar. It's not that she hasn't fallen in love before but it was fleeting and one sided and complicated - impossible between a god and a mortal despite her hearts intents otherwise.
But there's nothing complicated in the way Fjord smiles when he looks at her and - well maybe there's still the whole issue between gods and mortals - but that's for a later her to worry about. For now, all she can think about is the warm, fluttering feeling that fills her chest, fit to spill out. Her hands cup the sides of his face and she smiles and kisses him once, twice on his lips.]
Of course I get jealous, you're wonderful. And you make me feel wonderful. Like I have value beyond my divinity. [It sounds funny, when it's wrapped into a love confession, but there's a difference between devotion to a goddess and the sort of love that mortals share. Something that could drive a man into Tartarus just for a chance to see their beloved once more.
Sinking down onto the makeshift bed he made with his cape, she tugs him down to join her, never quite breaking those points of contact, kissing his lips, touching his face, his chest - that armor needs to go, and she finds the straps of his leathers. She tries not to ruin the soft, sentimental moment, although her motions push on the insistent side, and she grins.] Come here - my paladin. My love. Let me make love to you like we were in that world - on the beaches of your Menagerie Coast. Just a woman and the love of her life.
wah soft
But there's nothing complicated in the way Fjord smiles when he looks at her and - well maybe there's still the whole issue between gods and mortals - but that's for a later her to worry about. For now, all she can think about is the warm, fluttering feeling that fills her chest, fit to spill out. Her hands cup the sides of his face and she smiles and kisses him once, twice on his lips.]
Of course I get jealous, you're wonderful. And you make me feel wonderful. Like I have value beyond my divinity. [It sounds funny, when it's wrapped into a love confession, but there's a difference between devotion to a goddess and the sort of love that mortals share. Something that could drive a man into Tartarus just for a chance to see their beloved once more.
Sinking down onto the makeshift bed he made with his cape, she tugs him down to join her, never quite breaking those points of contact, kissing his lips, touching his face, his chest - that armor needs to go, and she finds the straps of his leathers. She tries not to ruin the soft, sentimental moment, although her motions push on the insistent side, and she grins.] Come here - my paladin. My love. Let me make love to you like we were in that world - on the beaches of your Menagerie Coast. Just a woman and the love of her life.