#desirewept

There was something about the Servant that unnerved her--- something she could not place her tongue upon. Misao felt unnerved in the presence of her, whether from the hints of what the woman is in her aura, or something else. This was someone completely different from her on a very fundamental level, and perhaps someone else she would have left with goosebumps just from standing in her presence.

“ you . . . tell me one thing , if yer the goddess of ' desire ' and shit like that . . . how are ya supposed to stop longing for someone that will never be yours ? ”

her gaze is full of skepticism.

does that mean rati can try sewing it in place like sally in nightmare before christmas???

One could know a goddess from a mortal woman by the radiance which spilled from under their skin, highlighting every feature with a loveliness that could not be matched. In how her feet did not touch the ground, the mere concept of her intrinsically far beyond that of the impure earth and gravity itself. Even that, however, failed to prepare one for setting eyes upon Rati Devi.

She was too much to take in all at once. Too intense for his senses, her presence and beauty impossible to limit with words alone. And so he kept his gaze low and head bowed; meek as he could allow himself to be before she who was desire incarnate given flesh.