#thornheeled

      “I never got into that sort of thing, though I am quite fond of the principle.” Subjugation. Domination. CONTROL. Every girl’s dream, after all. “TELL ME MORE.”

                      a grin tugs at her lips. she’s never had anyone to talk to about the little troubles her magic causes. it’s . . . . nice. “ don’t get me STARTED on the hair glowing. it’s why i can’t read in public. I can’t chance reading a funny part and found out because my hair started to mimic the sun. “

Now. Normally whenever some crazy event happened to been going on around the city, the girl did not really interrupt it in any way. Unless it has anything to do with her, of course. But this time? This time was different. She had a very weird idea the moment she saw that female that has been controlling the demons so far. Or the monsters that have been setting the city aflame. 

Without thinking much about the fact that this might look stupid, she decided to sneak up to the woman speaking to the crowd of the shitty sheep in front of her (that’s how Kayos views humans anyway.). And so she did. approaching her without making any noise what so ever. She actually hovered close using her flight that’ way she did not need to even touch the ground long enough to cause any ruckus. 

The moment she understood that the operation was highly successful, a very mischievous grin found its way on the girl’s mouth as she looked at the toned figure of the one controlling the monsters. Goddang she was sexy as all hell. No. She can’t possibly resist the urge. And so she extends her hand and openly gropes the woman by her backside.

  She got the name of the joint from some poor souls claiming to be ‘lucky enough’ to survive with their minds intact. Said they’d been lured in by ‘some sort of siren or- deity with a power inhuman’. Sincerely, it was the story that drew the young woman in, the life of the man still lost was secondary. Eh, that sounded bad.

    “Hey, is there anyone I can talk to here?” There’s a woman sitting behind a desk, someone she hopes is a secret- No. No, she’s wearing a ball-gag. Zelda pulls her hood off and presses a hand to her heart as she apologizes for the inconvenience. “Let you get back to it, ma’am.”

Deeper into the heart of the beast, then. Hoping to find someone unoccupied, she peeked past curtains and into ajar doorways- She invaded privacy and earned herself appropriate notes of psychological wear-and-tear in return for her efforts. It’s- Eh, it’s shaping up to be quite the daunting task. Or, ha, was. Was shaping up to be so. The introduction of a man- a business man by the state of his suit and tie- crawling into a closing, heart-stained door, gave the girl hope. 

  Hope that the owner of the thorn-spiked leash around his throat wasn’t wearing a ball-gag… or adverse to the idea of an impolite guest. A siren she could deal with, a deity might be trouble, but a pissed-off domme? Ha! As if life weren’t short enough already.

       The woman wore a belted harness, a lot of o-rings, and not much else.  A few scant wedges of vinyl adhered to her more dangerous curves with the skin-tight devotion of freshly popped chewing gum -- taut, shiny, barely enough to keep the imagination engaged -- and the tops of her sleek black stockings pressed subtle divots in the long silhouettes of her thighs. 

       Majima wondered how she kept that little silver ring centered around her navel, and how she managed to sneak up on him in those heels.  Standing over the fallen form of a man in a ripped rayon shirt, bat raised over his head in both hands, it occurred to him that he might have gotten a little carried away -- enjoying himself a little too much.  Chest heaving, eyes alight, lips smeared in a madman’s grin, he froze mid-swing, the business end of the bat hovering just above the downed man’s left temple.

ㅤㅤㅤMorning filters through the curtains; soft shadows are cast across her room. She lies in tangled sheets, mind & eyes heavy / distracted with memories of the night before; both a lingering warmthㅤ[ not that she’d tell her companion that, of course ]ㅤ& a curse… Hot & cold, simmering irritation & an unusual softness rarely seen in her. Tatsumaki can feel the monster’s presence near her; the air cacklesㅤ[ it’s not entirely certain if it’s her own doing, ]ㅤall around them, tension manifesting physically, a bomb all but ready to explode at any given moment. This is Do-S does to her,

ㅤㅤㅤ… Even now, her perfume, her scentㅤstill lingers, permeating the air around her; it stirs the esper’s impatience into something fierce… but she lets it be. Or, well she would have, had the aforementioned blonde succubus bitch not have broken the silence with her ridiculous ‘observation’, full of confidence & oozing with the kind of snobbiness that makes her skin crawl ( ironic, given the kind of attitude Tatsumaki has )ㅤLashes flutter softly as her eyes open, shifting her posture beneath the covers so that she’s facing the blonde; an unimpressed, slow rise of her brow is her initial response before a sharp chuckle escapes. It’s a bitter sound, truly, with something akin to disbelief, & as she pushes herself upright, she can’t help but ponder how they ended up here, like this,

ㅤㅤㅤShe should be disgusted, horrified; make no mistake, she is… sort of. But not enough, as it seemsㅤ[ but that sits just fine with her ]ㅤ— the disbelief is all too evident in the scrunch of her nose, in the way she rubs her temple; a feeble attempt to clear the morning fog. & yet, the question lingers there, a thorn on the side; Tatsumaki runs through several options in her mind, each a vivid & stark visual in her head, right & true as anything real, each one with little consequence ( the esper could lash out; she could truly give the woman a piece of her ire, she could— )ㅤbut she doesn’t immediately answer, opting to let the silence hang in the air for as long as possible,

ㅤㅤㅤThis is not a new exchange between them; this on & off, tug-of-war, power & control should sicken her. It should piss her off;ㅤbut her mind draws at a blankㅤ[ as it always does ]ㅤat the sight of Do-S’s naked form, & so, like always, she presses her lips together in something like an act of defiance, if only for a few moments. This stubbornness would be the end of her, one day…ㅤ❛ Blessing? ❜ㅤshe asks incredulously, a foul taste in her mouth; maybe something else, too.ㅤ❛ Funny, given that mess we always end up in. You would think that, wouldn’t you? ❜ㅤShe sits up fully now, her petite frame, even now in the dim light like this ( vulnerable, exposed ) on the defensive & on guard, gaze sweeping over the other like one would a bug under a microscope…

ㅤㅤㅤIt’s clear as day; the smugness in her, the belief that she’s won, or at least has earned Tatsumaki’s attention.ㅤ❛ Maybe it’s a blessing for you; don’t think Fubuki didn’t tell me what you were initially looking for, ❜ㅤMe, comes the unspoken truth,ㅤ❛ Knowing me is a means to an end for you; something to hang onto while the rest of the world doesn’t even glance at you, forgets you… For me? You’re a thorn that keeps returning, ❜ㅤher voice is almost chilling, containing undertones of frustrations that she won’t admit to even herself.ㅤ❛ A passing distraction, a phase I’m not sure how to be rid just yet; but when I do? ❜ㅤa finger raises, beckoning the blonde with just a wave, a small surge of power streaming down, drawing her in. Tatsumaki ‘holds’ her chin near without ever making physical contact, her other hand brushing just barely over Do-S’s shoulder, a butterfly’s wing, soft & delicate… but the underlying threat remains,

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ If you still consider that a blessing, then by all means, enjoy it while it lasts… Because when I’ve had enough of whatever it is we’re doing here, I won’t give it a second thought,❜ㅤliar, liar, liar,ㅤ❛ An exchange, is all this is; one that’s on my terms, not yours; do best to remember that, monster… ❜ㅤshe harrumphs before tugging a loose strand. & part of her that can’t help but wonder if, maybe deep down, the blessing might indeed be hers but well,ㅤthat's something she won’t let herself acknowledge, not even now…