[When Kiritsubo had met a man called Dark in the bloodstained morgue of the Golden Peacock, she had known then two things: that they would meet again, and that they would fuck. But just being able to see the「Truth」did not make one a prophet. She certainly wasn't about to claim that she knew exactly when and where those things would happen, or under what circumstance...
She is amused that its in such a festive condition.
He had claimed to be quite the powerful mage, but it is biology, not spell or illusion, that allows Kiritsubo to change her shape. There is no seeing through it or de-spelling it. So perhaps he will not recognize the woman in the vaguely-holiday-themed hunter green dress with poinsettia red wrap, lounging against a doorframe with a pipe hanging loosely in her elegant fingers. Whether he does or not... The look in her piercing gold eyes seems to imply she recognizes him, even before she greets him with a,]
Well, well, well... If it isn't the biggest, baddest, and most handsome wizard in the universe.
[Her lips quirk into a little smile, a little curl of a finger seeming to invite him closer. Is she aware of the little sprig of holly above her, or of what tradition involving it usually meant?
FOR DARK 🔮 MISTLETOE命令
She is amused that its in such a festive condition.
He had claimed to be quite the powerful mage, but it is biology, not spell or illusion, that allows Kiritsubo to change her shape. There is no seeing through it or de-spelling it. So perhaps he will not recognize the woman in the vaguely-holiday-themed hunter green dress with poinsettia red wrap, lounging against a doorframe with a pipe hanging loosely in her elegant fingers. Whether he does or not... The look in her piercing gold eyes seems to imply she recognizes him, even before she greets him with a,]
Well, well, well... If it isn't the biggest, baddest, and most handsome wizard in the universe.
[Her lips quirk into a little smile, a little curl of a finger seeming to invite him closer. Is she aware of the little sprig of holly above her, or of what tradition involving it usually meant?
... Maybe.]