Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

He was soft.
And surprisingly warm. Perhaps a bit too tough - wouldn't make a good meal for anything - but he'd do for cuddling on a winter coastline.
She restrained her snort of laughter at the idea of trying to cuddle a godly man.

Her brow arched at his first words. Oh, she wanted to hear the truth. Everything.
He gave her some side-eye, probably enough to see her wicked smirk. Then she too looked to the ocean.
You're dead.
She didn't flinch, but rather, her smirk turned into a grin.
It seems he expected her to snap at him, with his quick words coming then. Though they weren't worried. How curious.
"Here," she started in reference to the Teekons, "being sinful got me lovers and respect. Being good got me power." If she'd been like Vengeance, she would never have been General.
But did she want to change? Or wait...no. Waiting was boring.
"Change me, dear." She looked up to him. Wanting his reaction. She wanted to see how he could purge her sins.

"Make God see me." She whispered to herself. If she were dead, she wasn't being noticed.
Vanity let herself chuckle softly.