Tohno Akiha

"The weak are the devoured." She closed an eye, evidently irked by how easy Kohaku could strike her with that silver tongue. "Are you saying you could overtake the Tohno line, Kohaku?" Such was her embarrassment; she couldn't simply take flirtatious ribbing as it was.

"There's no way you could say 'no', even if you wished it so." She kept her appreciation behind an arrogant mask. What could not be mistaken, however, was the seat she'd soon taken at the vast, oak-made table of French blessing. "Does that upset you, Hisui?" She rose her cup, but did not yet sip.

"Don't speak on the impossible." She was unamused by her lover's antics, especially so when she'd realized only after speaking that she, as per usual, played into that whimsy. That time it'd been in the form of a compliment Kohaku certainly didn't deserve in the wake of disrespect.

"Keep yourself by my side a while longer." Blunt though she was, her voice remained patient. There was no doubt she'd be heeded. "Would you be opposed to tasting the fruits of your labor?"

"You've my thanks.
However, Hisui... I've a more pressing request."

@onidamned.bsky.social "Your afternoon tea is ready, Akiha-sama."

@onidamned.bsky.social "A-Ki-Ha-Sa-Ma~!!!"

"Kohaku.
You're late by seven minutes. Explain yourself."

She'll let herself be completely taken, then? Devoured, even?

Not that she's opposed to the aroma.

Indeed. She expects the full 'violence' of her wifey at all times!!!

It shall be endured no other way, naturally. Rei should expect no quarter.

Such a deeply understanding wife.

Dinner.

Come.

@shinennorakujitsu.bsky.social "Your hands handle the violin well."

@hissatsutessa.bsky.social "A delinquent, hm?"

Wife spotted.

malice within the veneer of an elegantly carried student. She hadn't been so much as able to fathom a prayer before star-bound crows began their cries, demanding the attention of their mistress. Akiha looked to the skies at their caws; the moon had already given rise, it seemed.

approaching one particular shrine that evening. Ignorant to the uptick in Youma activity around Tokyo, she'd remained unaware that her own presence may trip off an already sensitive spirit. She, after all, harbored the essence of the damned. So prominently, no less; she'd been a rare breed of >

@martianignis.bsky.social Tohno was a name that carried power. Such was a truth in the world of finances and politics. Would the same hold weight in the face of one removed from all but the ancient-most scriptures of man? She hadn't expected to be confronted with such a prospect when >

Underneath her heels, embers danced.
A coiling serpent of flames– demise of the damned

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