( What he says is less important than the way he says it, a reminder he is the serpent forever winding through her bed of wildflowers. Emilia sneaks a glance at him, finding that his demeanor does not betray him. One would not think he is tempting her with honeyed words as he moves through the station with swift purpose, using what limited time they have to gather this piece and that one.
She lingers on him in spite of herself, surprised by the ache that seizes her chest at the sight. It's been too long since she had a proper bath, yes, but it's been far longer since she had real privacy with her husband.
When she steps out of the bathroom, Emilia looks more the part of a graceful traveler indeed. The cape that drapes over her form conceals most of her outfit, but the fabric and trimming alone suggests splendor. She's slipping on her leather gloves when she catches sight of Wrath once more, more appealing than he has any right to be. The damned demon knows it, too.
She's saved from worsening his ego by the arrival of their train, one of the most magnificent things she's ever seen. )
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She lingers on him in spite of herself, surprised by the ache that seizes her chest at the sight. It's been too long since she had a proper bath, yes, but it's been far longer since she had real privacy with her husband.
When she steps out of the bathroom, Emilia looks more the part of a graceful traveler indeed. The cape that drapes over her form conceals most of her outfit, but the fabric and trimming alone suggests splendor. She's slipping on her leather gloves when she catches sight of Wrath once more, more appealing than he has any right to be. The damned demon knows it, too.
She's saved from worsening his ego by the arrival of their train, one of the most magnificent things she's ever seen. )