It may be a mark of her greed that Mizu always finds more to want with Vergil, from Vergil. Missing him and wearing his shirts started off a secret desire, one she would not think to discuss as they have tonight, but since he came unannounced (as she gave him an invitation to come any time) to her reading in it, it's become known, something she can raise in conversation and acknowledge. Whether that was their earlier conversation about what she smells like or here, joking about sending him home naked. Mizu wouldn't, no matter that Vergil could use the Yamato to travel directly between her home and his room, but she can entertain the idea in amusement. Perhaps some day she'll ask him to leave an entire set of clothes here, extravagant as that feels. For her to wear or for him to change into should he come from slaughtering monsters in Cruel Summer. In the end, it's but one more example of some desire that comes to light from spending time together.
As much as she takes, Mizu wants to give him as much—anything he might want or even not know he wants. With great pleasure, she's discovered his hungry desire when she defeats a demon in the fighting pits and the heady truth that she can take him in all the varied tenderness and need as he takes her. Something Madam Kaji opted not to show her that night before they reached their agreement. Mizu's greed extends to wanting to give Vergil as much in return, and perhaps, just perhaps, Mizu feels comfortable enough to brush against the thought, to give him enough that it sustains him when she's gone.
Briefly considered, Mizu sets the thought aside.
"I hope you think of me and manifest that longing when I am gone, as I have just done imagining mornings when we're apart," Mizu says softly. She brushes his cheek and would not blame him if he were chastened by living with his family, a door so flimsy a thing between them. "Now when you wake, you can know I may have thought of you and done the same."
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As much as she takes, Mizu wants to give him as much—anything he might want or even not know he wants. With great pleasure, she's discovered his hungry desire when she defeats a demon in the fighting pits and the heady truth that she can take him in all the varied tenderness and need as he takes her. Something Madam Kaji opted not to show her that night before they reached their agreement. Mizu's greed extends to wanting to give Vergil as much in return, and perhaps, just perhaps, Mizu feels comfortable enough to brush against the thought, to give him enough that it sustains him when she's gone.
Briefly considered, Mizu sets the thought aside.
"I hope you think of me and manifest that longing when I am gone, as I have just done imagining mornings when we're apart," Mizu says softly. She brushes his cheek and would not blame him if he were chastened by living with his family, a door so flimsy a thing between them. "Now when you wake, you can know I may have thought of you and done the same."