#sacrificialspider

Once again, Kurapika had tracked down a man in possession of a pair of eyes. He usually made sure he knew the man in question’s sexual preferences before making a move, but this time he went in blind. He decided it was best to dress up as a woman, since it was the statistically more common option.

He had gotten himself a long, red dress and red lipstick. He put on mascara and the dark contact lenses that were supposed to keep the multicolored glow of his eyes hidden, should something end up agitating him. Or rather, should he not be able to contain his excitement over receiving another pair of eyes. 

Kurapika was in luck when the man took the bait and was all over Kurapika. Or so he thought, because his luck got to a sudden end when they both entered a fancy restaurant and the man just paled and stared.

Sensing that something was wrong, Kurapika curled his arms around the man’s and batted his lashes. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s my wife over there!” The man pointed at a woman, and Kurapika didn’t care for their marital spats, but he ‘did’ care about who that men next to her was.

Oh he’s got to be kidding. Why was Chrollo there? Of all places? Of all people to be here. Why exactly that man’s wife? Was he after the eyes too? Yes, it must be it. It were exactly moments like these Kurapika had put the contacts on, because he felt his eyes glow like the headlights of car right now. He squeezed the man’s arm a bit. Maybe this situation was still salvagable, there was no telling that Chrollo was recongnizing him in the dress, with the high heels and the heavy make up on.

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@sacrificialspider​ said: [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

She could feel holes being burned into the side of her face, but she actively chose to ignore it, remaining exactly where she was, sitting motionless on the edge of a cliff, feet swinging aimlessly - she had been in the area utterly alone for months at this point; she wasn’t about to go anywhere.

...at least until the the source of the staring moved on and she could move on to a new section of wilderness to hide.

A rather harsh gust of wind nearly displaced her makeshift hood, but she made no move to stay it, palms remaining pressed against the cold stone - still, the unrelenting gaze persisted...how irritating.

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