In due time, Charlemagne regained his consciousness well enough to register more than just continuous moaning. Voices were producing proper words; he could tell. The exact context of a verbal exchange did elude the lad for some time, but he eventually managed to restore sight to his eyes if nothing else. What would he see then, though? The broken bed was no surprise after what he'd seen happening live. The two goddesses were entangled still, albeit in a new way that seemed quite high on the intimacy scale. From this angle, Charlemagne couldn't be sure if there was some magical penetration occurring, or if they were simply... rubbing their bits against each other. Whichever it was, he supposed no real difference was made. The pair had returned to the way things began in the Nexus this night: both exploring each other while Charlemagne sat back and watched.
"..." Charlemagne considered speaking, but what could he even say? Some things had to be observed and appreciated in silence; this was one such thing. Ah, but he also had business to deal with. Maybe it was in Charlemagne's best interest to leave them be and call upon others elsewhere for the answers he needed? That was certainly a reasonable thought, though... it also seemed reasonable to see exactly what these two were getting into.
"..." Charlemagne considered speaking, but what could he even say? Some things had to be observed and appreciated in silence; this was one such thing. Ah, but he also had business to deal with. Maybe it was in Charlemagne's best interest to leave them be and call upon others elsewhere for the answers he needed? That was certainly a reasonable thought, though... it also seemed reasonable to see exactly what these two were getting into.
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