[He looks steadily into her eyes as he reaches down to unfasten it, strap by strap, and let it slip to the floor, leaving him in only the bare linens around his waist that cushion between the armor and his skin.]
If I make myself vulnerable, my priestess, will you protect me?
[His gaze stays on hers, the words quiet but emphatic. Being vulnerable for her - being protected by her - both are notions with storms of meaning beneath the simple syllables. He feels like he aches all over, at just the momentary absence of her touch.]
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[He looks steadily into her eyes as he reaches down to unfasten it, strap by strap, and let it slip to the floor, leaving him in only the bare linens around his waist that cushion between the armor and his skin.]
If I make myself vulnerable, my priestess, will you protect me?
[His gaze stays on hers, the words quiet but emphatic. Being vulnerable for her - being protected by her - both are notions with storms of meaning beneath the simple syllables. He feels like he aches all over, at just the momentary absence of her touch.]