Three days had passed since the events of her corruption's purification, of which the first and second had been spent in constant slumber. A deep one, so strong and reinvigorating that she didn't even have the strength to produce dreams for her to enjoy during that time. All she had was the memories of that day replaying over and over in her head, searching for the details, setting her thoughts straight. And while they did, she healed. Healed from the fatigue that had nearly brought her asunder. Healed from the damage and emptiness the corruption now left within her mana pool. Now it was gone she could, for the first time since claiming her slayer powers, truly feel how it felt to have her true mana pool gone. Destroyed. How manufactured the lacrima Jigoku had given her felt. Estranged, yet using it felt like natural. She at least had aptitude for the gifted magic. And for the emptiness… well, that was being filled by something else. Not of the magical kind, although she wished to oppose that statement; for Kenna, what was filling her was in fact something she'd note to be “magical”. And it was the first thing she'd have to face once she awakened again from her slumber… love.
The affection for her savior, her partner, best friend, and hopefully… more than all of the previous. Itori had wished to risk a lot to pull her back to the bright side. Revealed to her what had been hidden within the demoness, what actually had been going on within her body and soul all at once. Weren't it for her, Kenna would've never realised that it was a corruption making her magic and mental state unstable. If it weren't for her… there was no saying what would've happened if Itori hadn't taken care of this cruel fate that had befallen her. The vixen had found it, pinpointed it and destroyed it all for her sake, and because of it the demoness would never stop feeling indebted to her, even though she damn well knew that Itori wouldn't allow her to think like that, nor act upon it. Out of principle perhaps, but Kenna was quite certain Itori’s affection too would have a hand in such a train of thoughts. Nevertheless, it were mostly those feelings of mutual affection they'd have to come and face; each their own, and then together. What would become of them, she wondered? Even so… it was only on the third day that she finally broke through the thick veil of dreams that covered her consciousness. What she had hoped to be mere hours had turned into days without her knowledge.
Weakly Kenna’s eyelids forced themselves apart to allow her a gaze upon the waking world. The princess let out a soft grunt as the light, although dimmed, was still too bright for her eyes to adjust to immediately. Squinting them she tried to make out what was what within the blurry sight her visage granted her, and slowly but steadily the shapes and silhouettes became sharper. Her hand was stuck with something… when Kenna turned her face she saw what it was and couldn't help but smile tenderly. Her fingers were still intertwined with Itori's, the same way as they were when she’d fallen asleep. She saw how the vixen had fallen asleep as well and rather than waking her rolled over to lay on her side, gently bringing their entertwined hands closer to her lips. The demoness kissed Itori's hand gently and remained as she was to gaze upon her sleeping face, that looked ever so tranquil at this point. Kenna didn't want to wake her up just yet. She had been exhausted, true, but she was quite certain it was the same for Itori. And the wellbeing of the one she loved was very important to the white-haired maiden, who couldn't resist the urge to gentle caress her cheek as she tucked a strand of hair behind the sleeping fox’ ear, waiting for her to wake up. Her serene beauty definitely was a sight for her sore, tired eyes.
A smile would cross her lips once the spirit fox would wake up, her crimson eyes reverted to the golden ones she used to sport before the corruption. Her eyes and horns had reverted back to their regular, non-demonic self once she'd woken up, if only to move about somewhat easier in her bed. The golden optics gazed tenderly upon the waking vixen, her fingers squirming a bit closer into hers. ”Good morning~” the demoness mused happily, not taking her eyes off of her. Kenna was genuinely happy to see Itori safe and sound next to her, and most importantly, right here at her side. They'd have a lot to talk about now both were mostly rested. Figure out where to go from here, what they’d do with one another. Yet it was just as easily that Kenna’s thoughts wandered back to the previous days, a particular moment coming to thought that she still wanted to know more about. So after some more time for morning greetings and checking up on one another had passed, Kenna asked her question. ”You were going to explain me something, if I recall correctly…?” She said, freeing her had for a moment so she could try to sit upright again, but winced in the process and slumped back down into her pillow. Damn, she was sore. Instead she opted to roll to her side again to better face Itori, and pretended like nothing had happened. ”When you said you weren't worthy of my trust… what was that all about? Because you most definitely are, if that wasn't quite clear yet.” Kenna said confidently, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it softly. ”So please, tell me. I want to know what reasoning possibly justified such a thought, Itori.” The demoness was damn well curious about that matter. And whatever the reason, she'd already made it her next top priority to talk it out of the spirit fox's head, or to at least convince her otherwise.
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The affection for her savior, her partner, best friend, and hopefully… more than all of the previous. Itori had wished to risk a lot to pull her back to the bright side. Revealed to her what had been hidden within the demoness, what actually had been going on within her body and soul all at once. Weren't it for her, Kenna would've never realised that it was a corruption making her magic and mental state unstable. If it weren't for her… there was no saying what would've happened if Itori hadn't taken care of this cruel fate that had befallen her. The vixen had found it, pinpointed it and destroyed it all for her sake, and because of it the demoness would never stop feeling indebted to her, even though she damn well knew that Itori wouldn't allow her to think like that, nor act upon it. Out of principle perhaps, but Kenna was quite certain Itori’s affection too would have a hand in such a train of thoughts. Nevertheless, it were mostly those feelings of mutual affection they'd have to come and face; each their own, and then together. What would become of them, she wondered? Even so… it was only on the third day that she finally broke through the thick veil of dreams that covered her consciousness. What she had hoped to be mere hours had turned into days without her knowledge.
Weakly Kenna’s eyelids forced themselves apart to allow her a gaze upon the waking world. The princess let out a soft grunt as the light, although dimmed, was still too bright for her eyes to adjust to immediately. Squinting them she tried to make out what was what within the blurry sight her visage granted her, and slowly but steadily the shapes and silhouettes became sharper. Her hand was stuck with something… when Kenna turned her face she saw what it was and couldn't help but smile tenderly. Her fingers were still intertwined with Itori's, the same way as they were when she’d fallen asleep. She saw how the vixen had fallen asleep as well and rather than waking her rolled over to lay on her side, gently bringing their entertwined hands closer to her lips. The demoness kissed Itori's hand gently and remained as she was to gaze upon her sleeping face, that looked ever so tranquil at this point. Kenna didn't want to wake her up just yet. She had been exhausted, true, but she was quite certain it was the same for Itori. And the wellbeing of the one she loved was very important to the white-haired maiden, who couldn't resist the urge to gentle caress her cheek as she tucked a strand of hair behind the sleeping fox’ ear, waiting for her to wake up. Her serene beauty definitely was a sight for her sore, tired eyes.
A smile would cross her lips once the spirit fox would wake up, her crimson eyes reverted to the golden ones she used to sport before the corruption. Her eyes and horns had reverted back to their regular, non-demonic self once she'd woken up, if only to move about somewhat easier in her bed. The golden optics gazed tenderly upon the waking vixen, her fingers squirming a bit closer into hers. ”Good morning~” the demoness mused happily, not taking her eyes off of her. Kenna was genuinely happy to see Itori safe and sound next to her, and most importantly, right here at her side. They'd have a lot to talk about now both were mostly rested. Figure out where to go from here, what they’d do with one another. Yet it was just as easily that Kenna’s thoughts wandered back to the previous days, a particular moment coming to thought that she still wanted to know more about. So after some more time for morning greetings and checking up on one another had passed, Kenna asked her question. ”You were going to explain me something, if I recall correctly…?” She said, freeing her had for a moment so she could try to sit upright again, but winced in the process and slumped back down into her pillow. Damn, she was sore. Instead she opted to roll to her side again to better face Itori, and pretended like nothing had happened. ”When you said you weren't worthy of my trust… what was that all about? Because you most definitely are, if that wasn't quite clear yet.” Kenna said confidently, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it softly. ”So please, tell me. I want to know what reasoning possibly justified such a thought, Itori.” The demoness was damn well curious about that matter. And whatever the reason, she'd already made it her next top priority to talk it out of the spirit fox's head, or to at least convince her otherwise.
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