>>5314707>>5314709>>5314710>>5314740>>5314747>>5314754>>5314763>>5314765>>5314776>>5314794>>5314828>>5314856>>5314945>>5314975>>5314986>>5314996>>5314999You recoil a little at this latest proposition, but not in disgust—to your own surprise, it’s much more at the thought of Glowie leaving over this.
“Glowie… I value you as an ally. Maybe…”
Maybe even as a friend, you suppose, but that is too sickeningly sentimental for you to say in.
“…Maybe as more than JUST an ally.”
Glowie looks surprised to hear it, but then is immediately consumed by a strange and giddy frenzy. She lunges forwards, and pushes her face into your chestplate and into your neck. Her arms wrap around your torso, her tail encircles your waist and hips. She pulls herself to you, clings to you like a lifeline above a great pit of spikes—ironic imagery, given the place where you originally met this worm-princess and her race.
You gently push her back a smidge, buying yourself time and room—space apart from her softness, her peculiar and sweet scent, her touch, and how it all stirs you and speaks to your secret and not-as-secret desires, emotional and physical.
“You’re young,” you assert, though… You actually have no idea if she is any younger than you, or even older. How would you tell? She certainly ACTS young, and naïve. “This is what the Lady of the Rookery wants for you, but what about what YOU want?”
Glowie looks surprised at this question, replying: “Want to serve Grandmother, be good servant. She is… God.”
“Well, yes,” you admit. “But…”
