[He can't emote, but somehow the shadowy mass seems content with her reaction to his trick. He doesn't get any closer, merely looming over the bed as she sits down in it.
She speaks the same language the priests speak to him, one he's incapable of pronouncing. But that will change, they said. Everything will change when the Lord unites with his Vessel-Bride. They've been preparing for months now, adding the furnishings of a home to the temple in preparation. The priests have seemed excited for it. They taught him what to do when the time comes. Clearly, someone has told her too.
The Lord gives no response at first, still watching her with those quizzical eyes. Then he moves, and straddles the bed... somewhat, given he's so massive he's several times bigger than it. He perches at the foot, gazing down at her, and little tendrils slide out from the shadows almost... shyly? They still don't touch her, but his shape crudely suggests a body leaning over her in the marriage bed.]
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She speaks the same language the priests speak to him, one he's incapable of pronouncing. But that will change, they said. Everything will change when the Lord unites with his Vessel-Bride. They've been preparing for months now, adding the furnishings of a home to the temple in preparation. The priests have seemed excited for it. They taught him what to do when the time comes. Clearly, someone has told her too.
The Lord gives no response at first, still watching her with those quizzical eyes. Then he moves, and straddles the bed... somewhat, given he's so massive he's several times bigger than it. He perches at the foot, gazing down at her, and little tendrils slide out from the shadows almost... shyly? They still don't touch her, but his shape crudely suggests a body leaning over her in the marriage bed.]