[Within the very first hour they had met, Kiritsubo had made it very clear that she wanted to lay her hands on Amos Burton. Hands holding her needle-tipped tattooing tools, of course. (Hands on flesh, too, sex, yes, but- they'd taken care of that within the first hour they met as well.) There were so many interesting canvases here in the world called Kenos... and he was one of the more fascinating ones. Oh, there was potential and power in almost every shard-bearer, yet there was something she could「see」on his skin, something strong just begging to be given shape for all the world to see, not just her.
And now, after the Harbinger Oracle trial had concluded, as Highstorm was blanketed in snow and a holiday season was approaching... it seemed Amos agreed with her.
When Kiritsubo arrives at his shop, though, it is not the Kiritsubo he had come to know. Laying low since a few of her shapes had been outed by the mysterious broadcast of their actions in the maze, she had not returned to the form Amos knew her as: tall, long of leg, athletic, and sharp-featured. The woman who comes in the door today has skin like caramel and hair like burnished gold, her shape generously curved and not at all hidden by her fur scarf and the pale excuse for a coat she's wearing. Her lips move the same, though, when they curl into a playful smile, playing as if it were her first time walking through that door.]
Pardon the intrusion~
[He may recognize the same tool belt worn loosely at her waist, though- the ones she'd had him service, which she was itching now to apply to his flesh.]
FOR AMOS 🪷 A BLOOMING LOTUS
And now, after the Harbinger Oracle trial had concluded, as Highstorm was blanketed in snow and a holiday season was approaching... it seemed Amos agreed with her.
When Kiritsubo arrives at his shop, though, it is not the Kiritsubo he had come to know. Laying low since a few of her shapes had been outed by the mysterious broadcast of their actions in the maze, she had not returned to the form Amos knew her as: tall, long of leg, athletic, and sharp-featured. The woman who comes in the door today has skin like caramel and hair like burnished gold, her shape generously curved and not at all hidden by her fur scarf and the pale excuse for a coat she's wearing. Her lips move the same, though, when they curl into a playful smile, playing as if it were her first time walking through that door.]
Pardon the intrusion~
[He may recognize the same tool belt worn loosely at her waist, though- the ones she'd had him service, which she was itching now to apply to his flesh.]