Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Startled, she was, out of the conscious slumber she'd been put in by the atmosphere around them. It was no easy feet to startle the small fae - despite her size, she stood quite stable and confident in most circumstances. It only lasted a moment, where she pulled back quite suddenly, scanning his face to see how serious he was about accusing her. Luckily, he wasn't at all, and she let out a high chuckle. With it came her anxieties, and she bumped her head to his shoulder quickly after. Gods, you're so silly — you nearly had me there. She commented in an airy voice as the adrenaline slowly left her body.

She relaxed, feeling serene with the little mouse she hadn't had to lure with cheese. He seemed to genuinely want to be with her, which was all she could ask for, being so inexperienced in loving and being loved in return. Even if he would turn out not to be hers in the end, she was grateful - oh so very grateful for his presence here and the moments they shared. She needed this, to distract from her duties but also as a person.

Well, we had bodies lining our borders. She answered truthfully, expression turning a little grim. My mother carried with her a rotting tongue she'd taken straight out of someone's mouth - my father painted himself in blood and declared himself a holy spirit of sorts. Surprise to say, there was little room for singing, or me... How heavy this was on her light spirit - how good it felt sharing her past for once. She was filled up with emotions, about to burst, but this allowed her to slowly let it out. There was no reason for a scene, but this was necessary, she found - if he did wish to be her lover, he better know all of her. She was afraid to look up then, not knowing what to expect now that Dante knew of where she'd come from.