Inrin
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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. .・。.・.・。.・゜・.・. The Faceless One of the #𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ⌛ https://Jay - OOC | Roleplay Account | Minors, Taboo, and Lewd DNI | Mun and Muse 20+ | She/Her | #OCRP #MVRP #FantasyRP #DNDRP
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"𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪, 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗... 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤? 𝕆𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥?"
Did you, really love us but didn't know how to?
And then her lips are silenced by the taste of pancakes.

She huffed, trying to protest but she soon ate the piece in defeat.

"...you forgot the blueberries." She muttered.
Inrin kept cutting herself off, her mind faster than her words, and when he switched the topic back to his marks, she covered her hot face...

"N-No way... You- How can you not heal them??? I-I didn't- I'm sorry!" She apologized profusely despite the teasing tone, all worked up.
"Makimoto-" There was that sweet, strained sound in her voice. Flustering her is truly a treat and that same vulnerability from last night was easy to draw out with just the simplest grab of her chin and kiss of her lips.

"Wait, what do you mean by- Are you calling yourself my-"
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛?"

➪ Teasing and toying. It’s once more hard to tell if she’s being serious but before she can rebuttal. The piece of the pancake is torn and pressed to her lips. The warm doughy scent put to work.

“𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎."
Sometimes, the old world has its fair share of kindness.

And Inrin found herself under tall stalks of lotus leaves, flowers, and lilypads.

Quietly, she hummed and twirled about a giant's garden under the dew drops of morning rain.

For one moment, it was peaceful.
a painting of a pond with water lilies and leaves
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Inrin sighed and nodded, hugging herself for a moment before turning around and embracing her younger brother, "...thank you, Mousse, I hope you know and remember how much you've helped me..."
"Hey..."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them softly to comfort her.

"We'll figure it out. We've come a long way, it's not just us anymore. We... Know people. Smart and magical people. Let's ask for help."
"...no, I don't but I hear her laughter and how she loves to meet all kinds of people, trying new foods and finding new goods for trade."

Inrin grunted, digging her hands into her own skull, "And I want to remember, I really do but it all hurts so badly, Mousse..."
She's staring at her owl mask, quietly picking at it—it's made of leather, wood, bone, fur, feathers, painted beautifully but the colors had long since faded.

Part of her feels so attached to such a thing but another side makes her want to simply put it somewhere, never to be picked up again.
"...no, I don't but I hear her laughter and how she loves to meet all kinds of people, trying new foods and finding new goods for trade."

Inrin grunted, digging her hands into her own skull, "And I want to remember, I really do but it all hurts so badly, Mousse..."
"I don't know. Do you have all your memories, Inrin? Do I truly have all of mine?"

He looks at his 'big sis', a sad smile.

"The mind seems to be tricky."
"But that's the thing, Mousse, do you think that spider goddess—my sister—was even aware of what she'd become? Do you think she even remembers who she was before?"
"But that's the thing, Mousse, do you think that spider goddess—my sister—was even aware of what she'd become? Do you think she even remembers who she was before?"
"Change can be so gradual, that you don't realize things are different until you stop and look back at your past..."
I wonder...if they're even aware of what they have become.
I wonder...if they're even aware of what they have become.
It consisted of some bites, some dark patches, and hell, she can see some light welts on his back from her nails.

...

"...please heal." She actually pleaded as her hands fidgeted by her lap, embarrassed and deeply ashamed from how much she had done to him, "It's...quite inappropriate, no?"
She wondered if it was just a casual encounter for him. Not that she'd outwardly complain if it was but it would hurt. Oh, it would hurt if it was.

"Why haven't you..." She trailed off, helping him by readying a pan and some butter while unsure of how to address the marks.

The marks she left.
Immediately, Inrin's face flushed, exactly like how she was all throughout the night before but this time, rather than a remark or such, the princess nodded, muttering.

"It isn't for me." She admitted, pulling up her sleeves to atleast help with preparation, "...what about you?"
➪ When she full on refused, he grabbed at the tip of her chin. Pinched between the joints of his fingers, she’s pulled into a slow meeting of the two. It almost tastes like that same wine..

➪ And then he retreats. His tone casual as always.

“𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚖𝚖?"
She laid there for a few more minutes, soon sitting up as the delicious scent of pancake batter and blueberries wafted across the space.

Retrieving her clothes and getting dressed, Inrin soon came out as she twisted her hair up into a bun.

"Good morning." She greeted, unable to meet his eyes.
She took one glance at his bare body faced away from her as he left a room and immediately, her cheeks heated up and blood rushed to her head, followed by a light headache.

Embarrassed, Inrin silently apologized for the relentless attacks on his skin. No full suit will fully cover everything.
And Inrin woke at the slightest movement but didn't leave the comfortable confines of the bed. She stayed still, her own soreness coming over her, especially around her chest, hips, thighs...

She let out a quiet sigh, rolling over a little to see Makimoto's retreating figure...
➪ Picking up a spilled bottle of wine and the rest of the dishes to prepare for breakfast. The gentle clinks and clacks of spoons on pans. The freshest sent of blueberries.

➪ Blueberry pancakes to start out the morning.
Her hand shyly found his, placed upon it, and she wondered what he's thinking of. What he's feeling.

What will he do next?
Yet she's leaning in again, brows furrowed, a cute small frown on her face, and those doe eyes closed before her lips met his.

It started from a small press to a slow and careful part of her lips, inviting him in for a deeper taste.

She's a bit shaky, a little anxious, and it's quite cute...
She whispered, eyes trailing to his lips too and she still felt his lingering warmth. It was hot and her heart continued to thrum in her ears, and although she was afraid, she wanted...more.

Like him, she wanted more.

"...why did you do that?" The way she said it almost sounded like an accusation.
Instead, Inrin looked at Makimoto—eye to eye. Not a boss. Not a superior. Just a man, or atleast she hopes so.

In the back of her mind, she wondered if he's just doing this because it's fun. It's amusing. It's easy to control a pup if given the right affections, right?

"...I'm not drunk..."
A shiver ran up her spine and it was quite delightful to see such a powerful devilhunter like Inrin just melt... She is still a woman after all, capable of being flustered, touched, and kissed so sweetly.

She didn't pull away, nor did she slap him or push him, or anything that she should have done.
➪ Too much and.. there’s no telling what would become.

➪ Though he didn’t retract very far. The breath from him rolled almost broken off her cheek. A silent linger for more without the question.
Inrin laughed and gently poked his nose, "Don't look at me like that... I know, I know, it's insane and yet I'm still working for him and somehow, apparently, I keep impressing him. Though, at the same time, I think he just thinks I'm amusing..."
What does this do? Nothing. What is she doing? Waiting? For something?

...she's afraid but the way those golden eyes burned in her mind with such a knowing smile...

It's crazy.

She makes her want to slap him sometimes for looking so smug and other times, she just wants to bite his lip in a kiss.
She felt his hand cup her cheek, hand a bit shaky when he leaned in, and she almost dropped the glass out of surprise.

"...what are you saying?" Her voice came in a whisper, breath hitched and face reddening.

Inrin should be pushing him away but, for some reason, she only closed her eyes...
Yet more are actually afraid of him than anything.

But it's true, no one has been this close before. This special treatment had her worrying and Inrin picked up the wine, taking a quiet sip after a swirl and a sniff of the red liquid.

It stained her lips and she furrowed her brows, looking at him.