Rose hears the husk in Noctis' borrowed voice as the tears flow. She doesn't look toward him; she doesn't want to be moved to any similar display. But out of the corner of her eye she sees him roll away from her and curl into a fetal position. Literally the worst possible reaction Rose could imagine someone having after having sex with her. Rose feels wooden, like a poorly-made simulacrum of a real, feeling person. A defense mechanism, she notes distantly, from however she's supposed to be feeling right now.
"You think I'm putting on a brave face to make you feel better," she observes. She's not offended by the implication, but it doesn't feel accurate, either. "Don't. I married a vampire, if you know what those are. I like a bit of danger, and if Ardyn gets as brutal as you say, I imagine you and I share that predilection."
She does take the potion, noting that he's afraid to risk touching her at all. "Thanks," she says, raising an eyebrow at what looks like an energy drink. She wastes no time popping the top and taking a swig--eugh, it tastes like an energy drink. She briefly wonders if it's a prank, but that would be stupidly jarring that she just trusts him on this. And in a few moments, she does feel her aches fading.
As for Noctis' offer... no, Rose doesn't want to delve in-depth into just how she goaded him into losing control. In fact, she's pretty sure she knows how, and she doesn't relish the idea of reviewing just how she used his greatest perceived failure against him for her own sexual gratification. Of the cruel things she's done, that might be one of the worst.
She doesn't want to, but as Noctis says, she deserves to fully understands the consequences of her actions. Maybe she needs to, as well. And maybe Noctis needs to get it out.
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"You think I'm putting on a brave face to make you feel better," she observes. She's not offended by the implication, but it doesn't feel accurate, either. "Don't. I married a vampire, if you know what those are. I like a bit of danger, and if Ardyn gets as brutal as you say, I imagine you and I share that predilection."
She does take the potion, noting that he's afraid to risk touching her at all. "Thanks," she says, raising an eyebrow at what looks like an energy drink. She wastes no time popping the top and taking a swig--eugh, it tastes like an energy drink. She briefly wonders if it's a prank, but that would be stupidly jarring that she just trusts him on this. And in a few moments, she does feel her aches fading.
As for Noctis' offer... no, Rose doesn't want to delve in-depth into just how she goaded him into losing control. In fact, she's pretty sure she knows how, and she doesn't relish the idea of reviewing just how she used his greatest perceived failure against him for her own sexual gratification. Of the cruel things she's done, that might be one of the worst.
She doesn't want to, but as Noctis says, she deserves to fully understands the consequences of her actions. Maybe she needs to, as well. And maybe Noctis needs to get it out.
"Tell me," she says, her tone neutral.