Akira

"All of your secrets?" Curiosity appeared through a mischievous smile. Demeanor relaxed, she walked with hands behind her head and elbows pointing upward. "Then answer me the first question I have!" She had many things to learn about her teacher still, but there was one thing she considered the—

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"Do you think you can make me some new outfits? Please?! I've been shredding all of mine, and I'm almost out of nice things to wear!"

If a bite comes, she won't mind.

After all, the shy wolf is adorable.

As such? Time to rub behind her ears.

GROWL!!!

... But not moving.

Accepting, even...

This feels nice...

Hearing a racer on the track, Reiko hurriedly raced up hill to catch the action. Speeding, her eyes watched him glide along the track with his engine roaring loudly. Smiling, she leaned against the guard rail as he perfected his skill. Seems he was a new racer, she didn't recognize the car..

Inhaling deeply, then exhaling, Leifang was meditating quietly. Lotus position on the ground, she repeated the breathing pattern.

Knelt down.

~!

Chin caressing.

Head rub.

not confirm it."

Heaven? Hell? They didn't matter. Both had become one dancing Purgatory, dictated by the Viridian Empress taking a step closer.

Sealing the night was nothing else but the promise sealed by their kiss.

Those primordial gates were to be pried with the first kiss of that sinful night.

One second bled into many as Ryofu inspired their ceremony of rhythm. Never once had she lost the shine within eyes most found jaded. The queen that made such fortune prominent was the very same she'd be dragging into the pleasurable hell soon to become of the garden. >

One could deem her as 'mad' in a sense. If madness was to be fulfilled, she, too, may consider herself an angel void of feathers—wings of fallen tears to be her ascension. Bliss was made real in that consensual march. Her steps, treating the garden as though fragile snow, were without hesitance. >

"Are you certain that it hasn't already?"

That hand in her own, she felt ease that no sin could drive away. Ryofu was all that she ought to be, all that any other could aspire toward. In ugliness was there beauty, and Akira took that hand knowing of Ryofu's scorned path. >

spun and spun her reality away, until it found a new shape she could appreciate– that of the Black Knight that received the hold of her delicate, yet lethal, hand.

"My tears? They'd make you /so/ sad, you could go insane. 💚" The Jade Queen then got closer with the innocence sooner fitting a—

to a tale as old as time, to the ever-looming doom that came with being a victim of the secret illness she refused to speak of.

If, in Akira's eyes, she could remain as those three pillars of grace, brutality and determination, then that was all she needed to keep smiling through her curses. She—

Whenever Ryofu saw fit to once more be claimed from the freedom of her innocence, the glove of darkness awaited to once more sate her lust in that resonant concert.

Akira was not without a charmed smile as she watched, treating the girl as her queen.

The all-powerful fighter at the center, an innocent bride to the right, and a warring beast to the left whose fur was the peer of an untouched, illustrious meadow.

All three twirling women were her sole attraction.

Akira kept her hand out whilst observing, her other tucked behind her belt. >

laid claim to the infamous Emerald Marquis. She encouraged the virgin-dream of Ryofu with her whipping of her own laced hand, intensifying that twirl until the girlfriend of hers became a mesmerizing blur; three depictions of the same sailor-skirted vixen, then, spun before her. >

Indeed; a Kazama in many of their paths in life could be considered the nosy, hierarchy disrupting monkeys that clung to pride not outwardly spoken of by the tongue. Rather, antics were their statements. Akira herself knew well the chaos she stepped into when she >

"Seeing you cry wouldn't bring me joy." She kept hold over Ryofu's hand as the charming heart of that vast garden took to a twirl that made nearby flowers take their bows. Akira stepped after her, boot gliding as if riding along a momentous Jindouyun of the Housen decree. >

not allowing her to be apart for more than that triumphant second encompassing her face's exposure to the cool air. Their palms once more kissed, her other hand at the hip of her eternal poison. Their noses, then, were bound to a leisure nuzzle.

"Ugliness doesn't betray you. Is it fear, then?"

graceful twirl. Still were their fingers to be linked then, keeping their arms as the bridge of lustful faith. Comfort in flare saw her other arm stretched in the opposite path, form that left her chest open for the trees to peer upon. She tugged Ryofu back into herself, >

Eyes made naked were daggers absent of shame. Within lied the quiet inferno Ryofu stoked with nary a care for what may come as consequence, ensuring hers was company most cherished despite a modest tongue. When Akira pivoted, it had been with a swing that'd see her spinning Ryofu outward for a >

into a lean down that'd see her precious devil bent backward, their embrace to remain as their mutual balance would. The synchronous flare of a tango, wherein a leg of Ryofu's could raise as though a ballerina under the spotlight of their personal moon.

"You'd sooner crush this feeble heart."

Perhaps it needn't be. When in the emerald shine of a devil, might a goddess need to act as a shadow? Ryofu's sly grasp deigned not to consider the alternative. Her straps fell loose. It would take naught but the flourish of a pull to see it gone. A tug that may come as she flowed >

"Don't you dare stand in /my/ way."

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"Your crimes against public decency won't go unpunished!"

"Is that 'your' voice deciding that?"