Biggest Benefit

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biggest benefit

→ Represent your character by placing, in the subject line, the biggest benefit others would receive if they dated/were with/fucked your character.
→ Question is, is that enough to make putting up with their bullshit worthwhile? We'll all find out.

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[hatician]

You were already focusing on it when there were perfectly flattering things already being sad about you. [He was still working at it with a hum in his voice, holding out his free hand for her. Gently, he complained.]

Really, now. I need to work to make anything look beautiful and yet you wake up that way every morning.

[ninanna]

[...Hmph. Ishtar rests a hand in his offered one, and a little color comes to her cheeks at his easy flattery.]

It would be shameful to call myself the Goddess of Beauty if that wasn't the case.

[hatician]

More than that, it certainly isn't enough to simply know you're beautiful but to see it reflected in the eyes of others. [He left a kiss on her knuckles, holding her to his cheek and lingering with his eyes held on hers.]

The same as how a warrior being proven in battle must be witnessed and bountiful harvests must be celebrated.

[ninanna]

[How vexing can one man be? A little weasel in one moment, and a perfect gentleman in another. Perhaps its his duality that has her so transfixed? Were he just one way she might become lax, or heavens forbid, bored. Yet from one breath to the other she can go from wanting to crumble his skeleton up like he's made of newspaper, to... struggling to hold back how absolutely desperate she is for his words.

He melts her like summer heat bearing on ice. He softens her like the persistent waves that erode the cliff side. It's a good thing he won't die any time soon, or else she might just have to try taking her sister's seat on the throne of Kur once more.]

Hm. I cannot decide if I am celebrated far too often, or perhaps not enough, under this roof.

[hatician]

I think... it should always be more than you expected, still leaving room for more.

[Without Ishtar, he might have been listless, putting to work his creativity for the sake of fear. For her, his craft had changed. Grown. Crystalized.

She was haughty, craved attention, and loathed any implication that she could be regarded as anything but the very concepts her name was synonymous with. No matter how often he enjoyed playing the part of a fool, he could never ignore the promise that, if he were clever and worked hard enough that one of his treats, his balms, his trinkets or his inventions might light up her dazzling eyes with interest. It was a delight only she could offer and, even if there failures that she'd looked down upon, she found some way to acknowledge his efforts.

Humming, he started rubbing his cheek against her the backs of her fingers just so she could feel the tiniest prickle of resistance and contrast her smooth, flawless skin with his overly persistent growth. It was already coming back--]

Would it make you happy to know that even my quiet moments are for you?