[[ Art commissioned from @sketchygoat! Here’s a little fic as a small thank you :3 ]]
Dij’ii found herself suspended a sea of inky blackness. If it weren’t for the sweet burn of rope cutting into her hips, or the rush of blood to her head she might have thought she was drowning in the depths of the Great Sea, or perhaps floating through Bwonsamdi’s realm of lost spirits — but the reality was nothing so fantastical. Her arms were bound behind her back, the ropes tied intricately and criss-crossed over her chest. They tightened around her hips, taking most of her weight, then wound up her legs, bending them backward.
The suspension was sweet agony; Dij’ii loved every aching moment. Like dancing, it took discipline and focus, but unlike dancing, she could relinquish control.
And it made her feel beautiful; more than any jewelry, silks, or golden tattoos could ever do.
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