Gandr

Cotta

Embarrassing to be taken care of despite being much older. Sorry, mother. I'll be more mindful of my appearance the next time. There is little emotion in his voice — a touch of bitterness, perhaps. He hates being scolded, but resentment leaves when she shows warmness and care. Yes, actually. You know that I like to eat a lot. You're still as beautiful as ever, mother. Have you finally gotten romantically involved with someone? Do they deserve to be in your presence?

♕ : Is it not a parent's job to embarrass their kids? Here she thought this was a matter of happenstance. "You need not apologize. Simply improve, as you are capable of." There there. She is not so cold in nature to show no concern for her kin. Though nosy children should pay no mind to their parent's dealings. As apparent when hands return to sides. "...Worry not of my dealings. Who shares my bed is no concern to you, my favorite knight." Besides. "Come the day it is valid, you two will meet." Though speaking of parents. "Have you spoken with your father as of late, or are they as evasive as ever?"

Speech is silver, silence is golden. The value of silence over speech. It was worth more than its weight in gold. Time seems impertinent now, doesn't it? Actions do in fact speak louder than words. Her body responds earnestly, heat accumulating between her thighs as fingers drag. Senses are driven wild as a wildfire sparks from embers. Fires are stoked, long enough for distant memories to dissipate into the nether. Her breasts nearly spill from their silk confinement, fabric taut over hardening nipples. Subtle groans escape unbidden, cerulean irises wandering about, her hand searches for purchase. Grip and hold onto, touch light as a feather. Thigh is guided over waist, and she splits open --- a blossoming rose for only the queen to see.

But...her loyalty to the witch would not waver. As much as her mental state was getting flustered and overwhelmed, she would trust the one in front of her, than the one eating her out. Keeping her eyes shut, she allowed her tongue to plunge further in, and try to work around flustered distractions. A moderate rhythmic pace lapped her nethers.

♕ : A continuous arms race. Raising the stakes with each move as they encroach each other for control. Pitiful for that it had came to this. But even so. All she could do is trust. As paces slows does she force closer. More. Burying with the scent of her sex as if to truly cause a blindness to senses. Before meager reward graces. A bit of moisture to taste. To grace. And nudge on to extract more.

"Yes yes I made a contract but that doesn't mean I have to let that Saber servant run wild. I don't care about the Counter Force or what he was talking about. All of that is meaningless to me. He knows what he did," Chaos growled and shook his head.

♕ : Contextually she requires more than this. Long has it been since she concerned herself with the gossips of many. "Speak on, then. I am no mind read, caster." As oppose to what many thought. Her intimidation just works well to motivate who she required.

"Hey, now. I'm hurt when someone's insulting me being a farmer, especially if it's a face I am endeared to." Trust in those eyes, and all. "You said yourself a farmer has to have some idea on it. It's important to understand and manage the different needs to increase yield? Do you want to hear more about how I do that?"

"You have your path, as do I my own. Such an intersection like this alone is not a common one." Brutal truth from the brutal ruler. "Though your speak of familiarity begets so. Surely, you knew this would be the result?"

"Okay... What exactly are we observing here? I don't even know what this is all about. I'm assuming it's something like family drama that I don't know about. If it is, then I don't wanna involve myself in observing it. Just point and I shoot."

♕ : "Do you so often only see yourself as a weapon?" A direct point for tired language. Not that she particularly minded the other. Just a vocalized thought that she aired no caution to speak.

...Forgive me, Sister. I apologize for not taking your feelings into account. I shall not distance myself from Uncle, but, I shall remain ever cautious if that will quell your worry.

"But I refuse to meet so long you carry his stench." It is not treachery she draws a line at. Especially not with her history. But whom the crime was carried about on. "Perhaps your concerns for our home has all but vanished. Freedom, suites one who's served. But I do not. And thus, I decline any standing with him. Should you see that insect, inform him I'll cut him down where he stands. And you?" Hmph. "Keep your distance until then."

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"What? I'm sorry, how is having abundance vulgar? Is something lost in translation here?" Confused.

Very well- carry on then."

"Yep. For sure. It's all a product of the amount of care and attention you provide. It's a labor of love, and I sure do love the world. Never gone without thanks to that."

♛ : ".....Is the concept of language lost on you? Or do you normally have such a vulgar tongue?" Well. Guess that's the hillside for you.

"I mean, it comes with the labor."

♛ : "Fair. It is important to ensure one's stock is healthy. It is difficult to continue in the cold months without. Though that seems to be in abundance in your domain."

"So what? Kill, torture?"

♕ : How unfitting. And confusing. Miscalculation would have to be accounted for before further action. As hand comes up. And waves off. "....No. Neither." Drabe as it might be. "I've learned long ago such actions require planning than haste. As such, I would suggest merely to... observe?" Till proof can reinforce her motive.