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zagreus, aka pete wentz ([personal profile] emancipating) wrote2025-06-08 05:32 pm
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[personal profile] tattooism 2025-06-10 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm, I do.

[... She really did. Lifting the flower to her nose, Kiritsubo closes her eyes a moment to inhale slowly, basking in the soft scent and recalling, just for a little while, a memory from hundreds of years ago. The lover who would never love her back. His hair, red, the blood on his blade, red, the peony she had inked across the muscles of his back... red.

But then she opens her eyes and its now again. Her iris and pupil are both so dark that the delineation between the parts blurs, making them seem almost animal in some ways, almost hypnotic in others. The eyes that could「see」only the Truth... and that included the truth of the man now standing in front of her.

She's been meeting a lot of gods lately. Lucky her.]


It makes me think we must have been destined to meet.

[Her method of dress was considered scandalous in some cultures, but perhaps less so in the Golden Peacock. She lets her hand relax and the peony petals brush between her breasts, tickling over pale skin and the hints of a tattoo inked upon the inner swell of the left, cells of a beehive dripping with honey, a bit of gossamer wing and yellow-and-black body that would then surely be... a bee, right? The loose fall of her kimono collar obscures it partially.]

You're new here, aren't you, stranger?
tattooism: (じゃね)

not at all <3

[personal profile] tattooism 2025-06-17 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[And oh, how amusing she finds it, that the man who had without hesitation prepared a rather saucy photo of himself at her direction is now growing a bit heated in the face when confronted with the sexual off screen. Not that she minds it, of course. It's rather cute.

And it's true. That fate is mysterious. That destiny could be the chains that bound as easily as it could be an open door.]


It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Zagreus.

[As natural a movement as could be, without shame or hesitation, she moves to slip of curling finger beneath the collar of her loose robe, tugging aside the panel of silk to reveal that within one of the cells of the honeycomb inked upon her left breast the black mark of a spade suit.]

I'm Kiritsubo. Three of Spades~

[Her perfectly painted nail taps on the spade mark that is perfectly unactivated and fully sated, heedless of the fact that the way she has tugged her garment open has also revealed a hint of a soft pink areola. Apparently, Kiritsubo the Three of Spades was not particularly fond of undergarments.]