Her energy returned to her, Mizu sits easily in Vergil's lap, aware it would unfortunately be difficult to so manage with him transformed. He has so many sharp angles to consider, but Vergil undoubtedly does not wish to hurt her by holding her. For her part, Mizu would be more bothered at how she could not even momentarily mark his skin. Something that resists her sword could deflect her teeth with ease. Yet it's an appealing shape and imagining Vergil in it outside combat appeals to her.
"Beyond our sparring, you have yet to deny me anything," Mizu says. She leans in and kisses the corner of Vergil's mouth. "Every time I have asked you for something, you have given it to me without reservation. You have granted my wishes before I knew I had them."
She cannot consider herself and Akemi, the princess the one who comes to mind at the idea of someone spoiled rotten. She expects people to do her bidding and serve her needs with little thought to what they might want or consider for themselves. Though Mizu must admit she's strong willed enough to see herself through where other spoiled sorts would crumble. No, that's not the image of spoiled Vergil teases and paints. It's far more awe inspiring. As little as Vergil may be inclined to return home transformed and naked but for the natural armor that protects him, Mizu firmly knows he would if she truly and deeply needed, no wanted, his clothes for her own that instant.
Kai herself is the way Vergil most spoiled Mizu. Not once did she consider that Kai could come to Folkmore. Only one day, near her birthday, the horse stood before her home alone. No one with her. No note. Nothing. Only an impossible reunion that saw Mizu squeal with delight as she's never done before. Every day Mizu feeds Kai and rides with her, the ground disappearing below Kai's blur of hooves. And Mizu? Mizu feels the happiness she felt then. Twofold for their separation.
Mizu says nothing, yet again, about Vergil giving her Kai. She knows.
"Where are your selfish whims that would take my virtue, had I any?" Mizu asks, "Or ought I spoil you more. Tell me what you want."
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"Beyond our sparring, you have yet to deny me anything," Mizu says. She leans in and kisses the corner of Vergil's mouth. "Every time I have asked you for something, you have given it to me without reservation. You have granted my wishes before I knew I had them."
She cannot consider herself and Akemi, the princess the one who comes to mind at the idea of someone spoiled rotten. She expects people to do her bidding and serve her needs with little thought to what they might want or consider for themselves. Though Mizu must admit she's strong willed enough to see herself through where other spoiled sorts would crumble. No, that's not the image of spoiled Vergil teases and paints. It's far more awe inspiring. As little as Vergil may be inclined to return home transformed and naked but for the natural armor that protects him, Mizu firmly knows he would if she truly and deeply needed, no wanted, his clothes for her own that instant.
Kai herself is the way Vergil most spoiled Mizu. Not once did she consider that Kai could come to Folkmore. Only one day, near her birthday, the horse stood before her home alone. No one with her. No note. Nothing. Only an impossible reunion that saw Mizu squeal with delight as she's never done before. Every day Mizu feeds Kai and rides with her, the ground disappearing below Kai's blur of hooves. And Mizu? Mizu feels the happiness she felt then. Twofold for their separation.
Mizu says nothing, yet again, about Vergil giving her Kai. She knows.
"Where are your selfish whims that would take my virtue, had I any?" Mizu asks, "Or ought I spoil you more. Tell me what you want."