[ Johnny doesn't fully understand the scope of her magic, to be honest. So, when she says it's for a resurrection spell, he just blanks. He wants to ask about it, open his lips and run his loud mouth, but he decides against it. That'd ruin the moment, and while Johnny's used to doing this, he's going to relent for now.
He nods, gaze falling for a bit, his eyes traveling through the different scars, before returning to her face. Still sheathed inside her, he lets a little moan, just a soft one, when she sits up straighter. The heat surrounding his cock feels good. ]
I see. [ One hand travels to her shoulder to caress the scar with his thumb too. ] I'm sure they hurt, huh...? [ He's not good at comforting people, so he's just going to state the obvious. ]
Placing the seals? Aye, but I would take that moment and life over being dead.
( she looks down to the scar on her thigh, the first that she'd ever placed, the pain of that moment remembered for a few seconds. the two since she'd been able to stomach the pain of easier, had minimised the scar better from practice... though even as she brushes it off there's a hint of pause. none of the experience of placing the seals, dying or resurrecting was pleasant, and so much was full of pain.
she lifts a hand, resting it softly over his, letting his natural heat warm her for a moment, closing her eyes with a softer expression )
This one I placed... eight months ago. ( roughly. she's not counted exactly, that last resurrection had been hell )
[ Johnny listens to her with a soft expression, taking every word in and also taking them to heart. This is a vulnerable moment for her and he doesn't want to ruin it by running his mouth even if he has some questions about the whole resurrection thing. Dumb questions from an idiot.
So, he pipes up, letting her take the floor and spill her guts to him, let him know the things that happened which led her to now, to the woman she is. ]
Looks really painful... [ Is honestly all he can manage to say without intruding too much in the moment. Then a decent question: ] Eight months ago before you came here?
( she nods. it had been a few months after her resurrection before her body had been in a fit enough state for her to even place it, for her to get her strength back, her magic. never die, johnny. at least not by fire )
They're precautions. I don't truly intend on dying.
( staying dead, anyway. she had to die to place a new one.
she brushes her fingers over his chin, a soft gesture before letting her hand fall back to his chest, arcing a nail lightly over him as she moves a finger almost idly )
And I doubt here I'll have the same problem.
( lucifer wasn't here, she felt safer. and she did know how her true death would happen )
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He nods, gaze falling for a bit, his eyes traveling through the different scars, before returning to her face. Still sheathed inside her, he lets a little moan, just a soft one, when she sits up straighter. The heat surrounding his cock feels good. ]
I see. [ One hand travels to her shoulder to caress the scar with his thumb too. ] I'm sure they hurt, huh...? [ He's not good at comforting people, so he's just going to state the obvious. ]
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( she looks down to the scar on her thigh, the first that she'd ever placed, the pain of that moment remembered for a few seconds. the two since she'd been able to stomach the pain of easier, had minimised the scar better from practice... though even as she brushes it off there's a hint of pause. none of the experience of placing the seals, dying or resurrecting was pleasant, and so much was full of pain.
she lifts a hand, resting it softly over his, letting his natural heat warm her for a moment, closing her eyes with a softer expression )
This one I placed... eight months ago. ( roughly. she's not counted exactly, that last resurrection had been hell )
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So, he pipes up, letting her take the floor and spill her guts to him, let him know the things that happened which led her to now, to the woman she is. ]
Looks really painful... [ Is honestly all he can manage to say without intruding too much in the moment. Then a decent question: ] Eight months ago before you came here?
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They're precautions. I don't truly intend on dying.
( staying dead, anyway. she had to die to place a new one.
she brushes her fingers over his chin, a soft gesture before letting her hand fall back to his chest, arcing a nail lightly over him as she moves a finger almost idly )
And I doubt here I'll have the same problem.
( lucifer wasn't here, she felt safer. and she did know how her true death would happen )