Hacklord

*He continues to stroke her hair, his touch becoming more gentle with each stroke. He looks at her for a moment, his eyes lingering on her lips.*

*Hacklord keeps holding her, not letting go. He's not sure what to say, so he just keeps stroking her hair and whispering comforting words. He wants to make her feel safe.*

*she suddenly hugged him back, her wings wrapping around him as well. she was still shaking, but she was starting to calm down.*

*Hacklord smiles softly as she hugs him back. He feels her wings wrapping around him, and he can't help but notice how soft and warm they are. He keeps stroking her hair, wanting to make sure she's completely relaxed.*

*she froze for a moment before looking up at him.* chichioya? (he doesn't know what "chichioya" means, but she didn't have a stutter so that clearly has some meaning to it.)

anata wa watashi o aishitemasu ka? (it's Japanese)

sore wa watashi no shitsumonde wa arimasendeshita.. (still Japanese.)

(Hacklord notices the dress lifting up again, revealing even more of Heathcliff's body. He feels a rush of excitement as he sees the outline of Heathcliff's muscular thighs and calves. Hacklord can't help but stare at the sight of Heathcliff's body. He feels a surge of desire as he imagines what it would be like to touch him.)