' look how strong you have become . . . ' fang through gently curl of lips , ' i am proud of you , daki . ' ( HAVE SOME PROUD PAPA MUZAN )
A GENTLE CARESS ABOVE HER head, soft to the touch as to not mess up the hair he oh-so lovingly brushed just moments before ; a small act of affection, yet still affection the demon readily &. easily lapped up. Daki was practically on her knees, resting her head over his lap as he doled out his praise — little affirmations that stirred a fluttering feeling in her chest, caught between her ribs somewhere among the cold expanse she thought she all but extinguished. But she felt … warmth, a warmth she could only feel around him &. solely around his presence.
‘Am I strong? Am I good enough? Am I pretty?’ All childish thoughts she wouldn`t dare voice aloud. Daki was not the kind of woman to seek validation from anyone, let alone from men.
Yet, it was different with Muzan. Her leader. Her savior. The man responsible for her new lease on life. He knew ; he knew what to say &. he knew all the pretty words to string together to keep her content, to quell any foolish human-like doubts that somehow lingered in her mind. ‘But still? How many years has it been? I can`t keep count…’
Frustration &. insecurity evaporated like mist, a hazy fog in her memories but terrifyingly transparent. For the time being, beneath his gentle caress, Daki will enjoy her time spent with Muzan — close her eyes &. fall into serenity, following his slow pace. “Thank you. I tried. I really tried,” she said in earnest, humming with satisfaction.
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