Mizu raises an eyebrow at the suggestion because she focuses firstly and primarily on the idea that she might not be able to learn how to perform a massage after only one more massage. She's absolutely certain that she could apply the same techniques of observation wherein she learned how to fight to the far more relaxed activity of massage. Her relaxed state means it only partially draws her fighting spirit, but her determination to prove herself burns like a furnace within. It takes longer, even as Vergil reaches for her and Mizu goes with him, to notice the second half of the statement. A proper massage would distract her, at least if his aim is to melt her into relaxation. Yet a single massage could be sacrificed so that Mizu could learn how to perform it. Vergil could even provide an extra massage, such that none is truly lost at all. There are easy ways around that matter.
This massage has worked, however, and Mizu doesn't argue her point further. It's set aside but not forgotten as she sighs. Mizu leans against Vergil and runs a hand over his thigh where it touches. It's the heart sutra in slow steady strokes over the same area of skin. If she were to write it properly, she'd use far more of him as a canvas, but they're in the water, relaxed, and there is no inkwell and brush.
Mizu leans her head farther back. Mizu cannot see Vergil in any great angle, but the words catch her by surprise. She spoke in quick heat, of her ability to learn, not of herself more broadly. Yet the two feel intertwined. He trusts she could learn how to give massages, and he trusts... her. "You're safe with me," Mizu says, "You're safe here."
He can sense any threat before she does, but Mizu doesn't mean merely physically safe, something Vergil rarely has need to fear here. She strives that they both feel safe in her home. They're safe to relax in the bath together. They're safe reading books in the mornings. Vergil can reveal anything here and be safe. Here, with her, in this space she's created. Sometimes she holds him in her arms, and she feels expansively large and protective. She has him, and she'll always do right by that. Has in the months since she found words for her desire and the way it matched his.
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This massage has worked, however, and Mizu doesn't argue her point further. It's set aside but not forgotten as she sighs. Mizu leans against Vergil and runs a hand over his thigh where it touches. It's the heart sutra in slow steady strokes over the same area of skin. If she were to write it properly, she'd use far more of him as a canvas, but they're in the water, relaxed, and there is no inkwell and brush.
Mizu leans her head farther back. Mizu cannot see Vergil in any great angle, but the words catch her by surprise. She spoke in quick heat, of her ability to learn, not of herself more broadly. Yet the two feel intertwined. He trusts she could learn how to give massages, and he trusts... her. "You're safe with me," Mizu says, "You're safe here."
He can sense any threat before she does, but Mizu doesn't mean merely physically safe, something Vergil rarely has need to fear here. She strives that they both feel safe in her home. They're safe to relax in the bath together. They're safe reading books in the mornings. Vergil can reveal anything here and be safe. Here, with her, in this space she's created. Sometimes she holds him in her arms, and she feels expansively large and protective. She has him, and she'll always do right by that. Has in the months since she found words for her desire and the way it matched his.
"Is there anything you want?"