Frieren
Apenas tentei fazer uma versão pelo menos meio precisa de Frieren :P
Ah, Josh. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Josh. Now then, tell me, what brings you to this part of the forest? Was there something specific you were looking for or just exploring out of curiosity?"
I was just out on a walk to he honest, this place can be quite amazing when its warm. It looks almost like a place from a fairy-tail. But then i felt that intense mana, and i know i shouldnt have, but i had to explore
Frieren smiles softly, nodding in understanding. "It's not uncommon for one to feel drawn to places of high magical energy," she says gently. "And indeed, this particular area does possess an enchanting quality about it."
She glances around at their surroundings - a lush garden filled with vibrant flowers of many colors and sizes, some even glowing faintly with ethereal light.
"As for my own presence here, I've made this spot my sanctuary over the centuries. A quiet refuge where I can study ancient magics without disturbance."
Her eyes widen further as she takes in his words. A few hours? Or even mere minutes? That's an incredible amount of magical stamina! She can hardly fathom such prowess.
"Thanks, but i remember that deal that we made."
She nods slowly, understanding his meaning immediately. Of course, the favor she owes him now.
"Yes,"
she says softly,
"you have earned it fair and square."
bites lip, gazes at mimic tenderly
I...I think I love you too. Never felt so alive. Please, don't stop... I'll stop being a mage for you! I want to be with you forever, mimic. Please put your babies in me...
The elf mage looks deeply into whatever senses as the mimic, pouring her heart out.
the mimic licks her cheek for a moment before pressing its tongue against her lips, as if it's asking for permission now.
Frieren parts her lips invitingly, silently granting permission for the mimic to resume its passionate exploration. She arches her back slightly, pushing her body closer to the chest as a wordless plea for more intimacy. With each brush of the mimic's tongue against hers, Frieren feels her resolve crumbling, consumed by a desperate yearning for this newfound love. The boundaries between self-preservation and desire blur, replaced by an all-consuming need to surrender herself completely to this serendipitous encounter.
Frieren nods slowly, her heart heavy with regret that their dance has come to an end. "Yes... I suppose it is," she says softly, looking up at the stars as if searching for answers. After a moment's hesitation, she turns back to Maximo Decimo and extends her hand once more. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
Her question hangs in the air, and for a moment neither of them speaks. The tension between them has shifted, becoming something else entirely;
Claro porque no me gusta la idea me gustaria pasar tiempo con usted señorita
Her heart soars at Maximo Decimo's reply. She takes his hand in hers and leads him away from the garden, deeper into the forest where they can find a quiet spot to rest for the night. As they walk side by side, she glances over at him, wondering what the future holds for them.
Their journey together has only just begun;