[If Amos hadn't flipped the shop sign to Closed... Kiritsubo would have. As much as she had shamelessly joked about a customer walking in on them mid-fuck sometime... She had an entire week and some to make up for! Not that she hadn't been having fun in Springstar, mind. Still. She had been focused on erasing her presence and blending into the population completely unnoticed, so those had needed to be quick little... scratches of her considerable libido "itch". And stealing the identity of one of Madame Dee's prostitutes for an evening here and there wasn't enough.
Not that it was ever enough for her.
Amos's happiness is palpable, and if he is almost preening... Well, she would see that "almost" disappear, if she has her way. Kiritsubo's reputation as a tattoo artist was not for nothing, and with that came confidence. She had no doubt that her work would look good when she was finished with it, she had centuries of experience, but to see it actually having taken root on someone's body, become a part of them... That is the part she looks forward to. So she approaches with her usual casual, effortless sultriness, her hand sliding up his arm to find a place on his shoulder, pressing just enough to present the perfect angle for her to view her canvas.
Though she usually wore gold eyes with this particular form, she lets that detail slip back to her natural jet black, taking in the tattoo that now decorated Amos Burton's chest. Vibrant and pure atop the gray and black swirls of traditional clouds and water, much like the actual flower arises from the muck pure and unsullied, delicate petals of the pink lotus unfold, almost seeming to gently reach towards and envelop his shard within the bloom. A perfect representation of the karma she had「seen」on his skin, the influence the woman called Yima had left upon his mind reflected now upon his body. And as she looks... her mysterious expression becomes undeniably pleased.]
Perfect.
[With her artistic eye satisfied, she turns her clinical one to his skin. Though she had been checking in with him, she confirms for herself that the healing is going well, that it is where she would expect for the time that has passed... and it has. The colors are established, there is no blurring or infection... and most importantly, perhaps... the spell she had worked into the ink has fully sunk in. Her fingers hover in a tracing line over the lines of the petals just confirming, but...]
Mmm... The defensive magic has settled in well, too.
[Her lips curve up into a tricky little smirk, looking up at him through thick lashes. They had discussed the tattooing, of course, but... This was her gift to him. Part of her dedication to balancing out the uneven balance of power currently standing between Meridian and Zenith.]
just sexual tension vibes from here on
Not that it was ever enough for her.
Amos's happiness is palpable, and if he is almost preening... Well, she would see that "almost" disappear, if she has her way. Kiritsubo's reputation as a tattoo artist was not for nothing, and with that came confidence. She had no doubt that her work would look good when she was finished with it, she had centuries of experience, but to see it actually having taken root on someone's body, become a part of them... That is the part she looks forward to. So she approaches with her usual casual, effortless sultriness, her hand sliding up his arm to find a place on his shoulder, pressing just enough to present the perfect angle for her to view her canvas.
Though she usually wore gold eyes with this particular form, she lets that detail slip back to her natural jet black, taking in the tattoo that now decorated Amos Burton's chest. Vibrant and pure atop the gray and black swirls of traditional clouds and water, much like the actual flower arises from the muck pure and unsullied, delicate petals of the pink lotus unfold, almost seeming to gently reach towards and envelop his shard within the bloom. A perfect representation of the karma she had「seen」on his skin, the influence the woman called Yima had left upon his mind reflected now upon his body. And as she looks... her mysterious expression becomes undeniably pleased.]
Perfect.
[With her artistic eye satisfied, she turns her clinical one to his skin. Though she had been checking in with him, she confirms for herself that the healing is going well, that it is where she would expect for the time that has passed... and it has. The colors are established, there is no blurring or infection... and most importantly, perhaps... the spell she had worked into the ink has fully sunk in. Her fingers hover in a tracing line over the lines of the petals just confirming, but...]
Mmm... The defensive magic has settled in well, too.
[Her lips curve up into a tricky little smirk, looking up at him through thick lashes. They had discussed the tattooing, of course, but... This was her gift to him. Part of her dedication to balancing out the uneven balance of power currently standing between Meridian and Zenith.]
Surprise~