[There is no resentment when Hayame shakes her head, curling fingers that had been broken around his, spine curling likewise in mimicry. She feels so small in this human body compared to him, when she wishes to be larger, to be... something comforting. The temptation to take the ring off is there again, even as she focuses instead on him.]
I offer you no forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive.
[Had he not given her the same courtesy and those same words? She has told no one everything. Told him more perhaps than others, but there was yet shames she kept to herself. The shame of admitting aloud rather than implying that she had once served humans at the expense of her own kind. Of admitting the extent of her failures, and how she had brought the threat of ruin on the heads of those who had taught her of the possibility of freedom. Why it was so desperately important to her to have Hathaway fulfill their promise to her.
There are things it is hard for a person to say. Even if that person were a god.
She thinks to say something else. That she was perfectly content with Odinson, even if he had once been Thor. That the self he is now, for all that... still seems enough to her. But it all sounds either ignorant or too simple in her mind, and so she hopes it will simply be understood with the kiss she brushes against his knuckles, as she slinks back closer, muttering a sullen "now if only this bed was larger" under her breath as she tries to find a comfortable way to tangle up with him that made it easier to forget she had two legs.]
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I offer you no forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive.
[Had he not given her the same courtesy and those same words? She has told no one everything. Told him more perhaps than others, but there was yet shames she kept to herself. The shame of admitting aloud rather than implying that she had once served humans at the expense of her own kind. Of admitting the extent of her failures, and how she had brought the threat of ruin on the heads of those who had taught her of the possibility of freedom. Why it was so desperately important to her to have Hathaway fulfill their promise to her.
There are things it is hard for a person to say. Even if that person were a god.
She thinks to say something else. That she was perfectly content with Odinson, even if he had once been Thor. That the self he is now, for all that... still seems enough to her. But it all sounds either ignorant or too simple in her mind, and so she hopes it will simply be understood with the kiss she brushes against his knuckles, as she slinks back closer, muttering a sullen "now if only this bed was larger" under her breath as she tries to find a comfortable way to tangle up with him that made it easier to forget she had two legs.]