It doesn't bother him in the slightest. The death threats. He thinks they're only joking around and being overprotective of their precious sister. He has faced much worst as a saint. Enemies who wanted to kill him and make sure he stayed dead. Because he's Athena's chosen one.
"I...I don't hate you. I'm not capable of such feeling. I'm a knight. And I wasn't thinking of any other girls." Well, there is Athena, but she was his mother figure. "Just thinking of...only you."
"Really? You're my first...everything." He stood still. Very still as she is kissing him. He hears the birds of the forest flapping their wings in flight out of the trees. His own heart thumping in his chest. There's a feeling in his chest wanting to come out and shout it's own Truth, but he couldn't find words. His stubbornness pushed them back.
His eyes moved to the flowers. Then at her. Then flowers. Her. Then really focus on her. He's distracted. Eyes roam to her angelic eyes, down her swan-like neck, and then lowered to her bosom that rise and fall with every breath.
Uh-oh, losing focus. He's blushing and feeling so warm. "You're beautiful as these flowers in your garden. Your royal gardener grew them so well..." But his mind trail off, not thinking about flowers (or the birds and bees)...
As he spoke, his resistance began to fail as he found himself kissing her too. His lips are more honest. Eventually, his warm lips found hers and like everything else fell into place, found himself losing words entirely and fell into a lip lock, whispering her name on his breath with reverence.
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It doesn't bother him in the slightest. The death threats. He thinks they're only joking around and being overprotective of their precious sister. He has faced much worst as a saint. Enemies who wanted to kill him and make sure he stayed dead. Because he's Athena's chosen one.
"I...I don't hate you. I'm not capable of such feeling. I'm a knight. And I wasn't thinking of any other girls." Well, there is Athena, but she was his mother figure. "Just thinking of...only you."
"Really? You're my first...everything." He stood still. Very still as she is kissing him. He hears the birds of the forest flapping their wings in flight out of the trees. His own heart thumping in his chest. There's a feeling in his chest wanting to come out and shout it's own Truth, but he couldn't find words. His stubbornness pushed them back.
His eyes moved to the flowers. Then at her. Then flowers. Her. Then really focus on her. He's distracted. Eyes roam to her angelic eyes, down her swan-like neck, and then lowered to her bosom that rise and fall with every breath.
Uh-oh, losing focus. He's blushing and feeling so warm. "You're beautiful as these flowers in your garden. Your royal gardener grew them so well..." But his mind trail off, not thinking about flowers (or the birds and bees)...
As he spoke, his resistance began to fail as he found himself kissing her too. His lips are more honest. Eventually, his warm lips found hers and like everything else fell into place, found himself losing words entirely and fell into a lip lock, whispering her name on his breath with reverence.