He's still a little scared of her, but he knows he doesn't have to be. She gives him all kinds of nice warm snuggly feelings. He wants to cuddle her forever, or maybe fuck her, or maybe eat all her food, or maybe make all her food. But 'forever' is definitely in there any which way.
He was never supposed to need a wielder; he was made to be controllably autonomous. But feeling her there on the other end of his magic is comfortable in a way he has never been before. Maybe this is what a properly matched connection is like, or maybe it's because he was cripplingly lonely for four hundred years, or maybe not having this is why he was cripplingly lonely for four hundred years. Or maybe it's just her. All he knows is, he likes it.
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He's still a little scared of her, but he knows he doesn't have to be. She gives him all kinds of nice warm snuggly feelings. He wants to cuddle her forever, or maybe fuck her, or maybe eat all her food, or maybe make all her food. But 'forever' is definitely in there any which way.
He was never supposed to need a wielder; he was made to be controllably autonomous. But feeling her there on the other end of his magic is comfortable in a way he has never been before. Maybe this is what a properly matched connection is like, or maybe it's because he was cripplingly lonely for four hundred years, or maybe not having this is why he was cripplingly lonely for four hundred years. Or maybe it's just her. All he knows is, he likes it.