[Hanako] Chapter 7: Trudy and Her Hero

[Throndir]

A tint of pink spread across her cheeks.

"W-well... anything for you..." She bit her lip. Hesitantly she began to reach for your hair, playing with the strands.

"Now that you mention it... Yes... it's coming back to me now. But, it's like my mind wants to forget it? But it's there if I dig down deep enough."

[Asta]

Hanako closed her eyes and decided to just enjoy the opportunity to be comfortable for once. It was still a heart throbbing moment, but the embarrassment had passed so it only seemed right to continue. "That's good to know, I wonder if I can make it harder to remember by expending more mana when I give the commands... she pondered aloud. "There's really only one more thing that I'd want to test, but it seems both dangerous and potentially double edged so I probably won't try it for now."

She rolled over, resting her left cheek on Trudy's warm soft thigh. "This is a dangerous power." she said softly, eyes still closed. "The possibility for abusing it is... unpleasantly high. If you think I'm about to do something that might be... wrong... let me know okay? I'm far from perfect, and it's a very slippery slope to becoming a monster.

She breathed deep, Trudy smelled like soap, or it seemed like that to Hanako.

That's nice.

[Throndir]

Heroic Action Point Earned

https://www.youtube.com/v/_I6o7yoPa74

"Don't worry Hanako, I promise I'll always be by your side, and I'll be there... If you end up doing something wrong."

The next half an hour consisted of Trudy gently playing with your hair as you continued to use her as a lap pillow. It was peaceful and relaxing. Trudy, who was usually so tense in these kinds of situations, was, for once, visibly relaxed. She still had a tint of blush to her features, but a soft and gentle smile covered them, as her eyes shone brightly and gently. They took in your resting form, as her touch and gaze was tender. Careful not to disturb you, but at the same time she gently caressed your cheek and hair. Time didn't seem so relevant at all to Trudy, so lost was she in the moment. She was simply content and happy without a care in the world about anything else.

There was no war. No corruption. No slavery. No demons. No death or destruction. All there was, was Trudy, and her hero.

For a soldier who had suffered through the deaths of her loved ones and had seen the terrors of war... It was bliss.