of all flowers, you

not  a god's  c̶h̶o̶s̶e̶n̶,    𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒂  𝒈𝒐𝒅'𝒔  𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅

[efloresce]

𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄 [ . . . ] private & selective written interpretation of 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀, the chosen of heavens. an original character of original lore, based on the urban fantasy genre and influenced by japanese and brazilian folklore. low activity and on permanent semi-hiatus. minors and proshippers dni.

     ⁽ ¹ ⁾ carrd. ⁽ ² ⁾ info sideblog. ⁽ ³ ⁾ prompts. ⁽ ⁴ ⁾ dyn call.

the tale of the sacrificial lamb, not a god's chosen but a god's cursed. A WORK ON: mochizuki hana, a cursed girl, touched by the sun. do you regret taking the vow? birthright as an omen what is to give light must endure burning. prophesied by caeli. + 25, she / her. also found on hamartiar.

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 [ . . . ] lighstre, slumbernanas / crowshrine, holyscorch

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⁽ ¹ ⁾ all written content, as well as the graphics used are a creation of mine, unless stated otherwise. do not lift ideas from me. my lore is based on japanese and native brazilian folklore elements, with inspiration from various media sources.

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⁽ ² ⁾ permanent semi-hiatus. i'm a graduate student and work a full time job. because of that, i often vanish from the dash and i am generally slow when it comes to replies. i promise my speed has nothing to do with my interest levels. i'm just tired from capitalism. please respect my boundaries and don't harass me for replies.

⁽ ³ ⁾ heavily plot oriented. due to the aforementioned irl obligations, i tend to prioritize replies for people i plot and talk to on the regular. i prefer plot-based and pre-established relationships rather than coming up with a random reply as it helps me write faster and with a clearer direction. of course, i don't expect people to engage in conversation or in depth plotting for that matter. in fact, just having a basic outline of what kind of dynamic our muses could have is enough for me.

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⁽ ⁵ ⁾ mature themes will be present. while i will never write these topics explicitly or as a thread's premise, there will be discussions of it in metas and references in replies as insight. hana's nature as a character is heavily interwined with sensitive topics and i will not shy away from it or water her down for the sake of others. reader discretion is adviced.

trigger warnings for:ㅤzealotry, religious ideology, cult indoctrination, blood purity, psychological torture, child abuse and neglect, manipulation, discussions of mental health, suicide ideation, body horror, human experimentation, generational trauma + anything i missed will be added later.

all sensitive content will be tagged under the general format trigger name cw. if any of these themes make you uncomfortable, please feel free to block me. suggestive content will appear ocasionally.

⁽ ⁶ ⁾ while i love writing about all sorts of relationships ― romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, etc ― as much as the next person, i’ll favor chemistry and communication above all when discussing possible connections between characters. there's an interaction call on my pinned post that people are free to interact with at anytime. this blog is multiship but ship-exclusive, meaning i will only write romantic relationships with one interpretation of a certain character. however i can write with duplicates beyond that dynamic just fine.

⁽ ⁷ ⁾ i do practice mains and affiliates based on how much we have interacted both ic and ooc and if we have a dynamic or plot going on between our characters. i will only take two iterations of the same character for mains. these are the people who will be prioritized when it comes to replies as we likely have plotted and talk regularly. affiliates are those whose muses are connected to hana's development, impacting her narrative. if you'd like to become main or affiliate, please don't hesitate to reach out to me about it. exclusives will be reserved for shipping partners only, regardless of fandom.

[efloresce]

all of these are hanacore do u still think shes hot

[minimalistquotes]

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

[holyscorch]

" i'm flattered that you're willing to take the time to indulge me today, hana. " a pleased smile curls over pink - tinted lips, chuckling under her breath as she watches hana skip over to her through the crowds of guests attending the museum. color her surprised to see hana eagerly texting her to meet up with her here .... for what or why, lyra didn't know, but she wasn't one to turn down an invitation from hana of all people. ( quite the sweetheart; much like an adorable puppy. ) casimir, that lucky fellow.

" it's good to see you again. i understand mr. achim is rather ... possessive of your time with him; but that man must learn some semblance of restraint every now and then, wouldn't you agree ? "

@efloresce / sc.

[efloresce]

❝ ah, miss lyra, over here! ❞ while the smile hana offers to the reoccuring guests that recognize her amidst the crowd is polite and contained, she foregoes all restraints when approaching the other woman's figure, a noticeable skip in her steps, lips streching wide in a visible display of excitement. she did not expect the bartender to be so receptive of her invitation, given the time and place, and the lack of clear reasoning. still, the huntress' elation 'pon seeing her walk through the museum's main entrance is almost palpable.

❝ thank you for making some time to see me today. ❞ she giggles at the other's remark, thinking about how her lover truly treasures their time together in a manner that can be seen as rather . . . greedy to those outside of their relationship. ❝ ah, cassie really is like a big clingy cat, isn't he? but i like that side of him, it's quite cute and sweet to me. ❞

[efloresce]

&͟. JANG, DOHYUN ✦ can u bring me mcdonalds [ . . . ] @daemonry.

[ sms   » dohyun ] (￢_￢;)

[ sms   » dohyun ] ok listen here

[ sms   » dohyun ] i didnt give u my number to be treated as food delivery

[ sms   » dohyun ] this is for emergencies only

[ sms   » dohyun ] ACTUAL EMERGENCIES

[ sms   » dohyun ] just use ur phone to get food instead of bothering me

[ sms   » dohyun ] im working rn

[efloresce]

&͟. IGARASHI, KANA ✦ is it bad i threw up in a bush [ . . . ] @cursechakra.

[ sms   » kana ] well ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

[ sms   » kana ] at least u will start to feel better now

[ sms   » kana ] just dont do it too often

[ sms   » kana ] its lowkey gross

[ sms   » kana ] also

[ sms   » kana ] if u r hitting me up for a ride home

[ sms   » kana ] cant help ya girlie

[ sms   » kana ] i dont even have a license

[efloresce]

hana the type to put her plushies away before she goes out for a hunt bc she knows she'll come back home covered in blood or before she has sex with someone bc her babies are too precious to be corrupted like that

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝕯IAL TONE ... ( a collection of texting prompts, based on drunk texts. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

-> THE DRUNK ONE.

[ TXT ] : where r uuuu

[ TXT ] : come get me plz plz plz

[ TXT ] : i dont know where i am

[ TXT ] : the ceiling is so pretty tonigjt

[ TXT ] : wait unblocked i need 2 say smth

[ TXT ] : tell me something u never told anyone

[ TXT ] : is it bad i threw up in a bush

[ TXT ] : keep me company.. cant sleep

[ TXT ] : wish u were here ;;;))))

[ TXT ] : answer me coward

[ TXT ] : u left without saying bye. that was rude

[ TXT ] : tell me im okay

[ TXT ] : i'm gonna throw up brb

[ TXT ] : alcohol is a scam but a good scam

[ TXT ] : everything is loud and soft at the same time

[ TXT ] : do fish know theyre wet

[ TXT ] : u probably hate me lol

[ TXT ] : can u bring me mcdonalds

[ TXT ] : u ever think about how weird existing is

[ TXT ] : uber so expensuve rn :(

[ TXT ] : come save me hero

[ TXT ] : everyone else is so boring

[ TXT ] : ur face. god. ur FACE

[ TXT ] : ur too good for me anyway

[ TXT ] : oh ur answering now yay!!!

[ TXT ] : my hand is so far away rn

[ TXT ] : ur name is so pretty

[ TXT ] : u dont even care do u

[ TXT ] : ok i'm gonnna pass out now

[ TXT ] : someone bought me a drink

[ TXT ] : i love u so muchhhhh (u dont have to say it back)

[ TXT ] : keys inside. stuck outside. help

[ TXT ] : i miss u can u come over

[ TXT ] : what if we ARE the aliens

[ TXT ] : come over. wear the shirt

[ TXT ] : bed too big. need fill it

[ TXT ] : why didnt it work between us

[ TXT ] : u get me. like actually get me.

[ TXT ] : listening to our song n cryin a lil bit

[ TXT ] : just wanted to say ur amazign ok

[ TXT ] : i hate ur fuckign face soooo much

[ TXT ] : sorry if im annoying u

[ TXT ] : ok i forgot what i was sayign

[ TXT ] : i think i ruined everythign

[ TXT ] : thinking abt u. thinking abt ur hands

[ TXT ] : FUCK U

[ TXT ] : that's it. that's the text.

-> THE SOBER ONE.

[ TXT ] : lol where are you

[ TXT ] : you're gonna regret this tomorrow.

[ TXT ] : send me your location

[ TXT ] : i'm not playing these games.

[ TXT ] : are you safe??

[ TXT ] : drink water. actual water.

[ TXT ] : let me call you.

[ TXT ] : i'm not playing guessing games

[ TXT ] : stay PUT.

[ TXT ] : send me a selfie so i know you're alive

[ TXT ] : you're adorable when you're like this

[ TXT ] : you're annoying when you're like this.

[ TXT ] : i'm not bringing you tacos at 2am

[ TXT ] : screenshotting this for when you deny it happened

[ TXT ] : you're spiraling. drink water.

[ TXT ] : DON'T text your ex!!

[ TXT ] : next time i'm taking your phone

[ TXT ] : look at who you're texting right now.

[ TXT ] : i'll still be here tomorrow, i'm not going anywhere.

[ TXT ] : get your mind out of the gutter

[ TXT ] : i'll tell you tomorrow

[ TXT ] : nevermind i don't wanna know

[ TXT ] : text me when you wake up

[ TXT ] : you're a mess. my mess tho

[ TXT ] : go home!!!

[ TXT ] : you're lucky i love you

[ TXT ] : you still have your wallet? check your pockets

[ TXT ] : too late isn't it

[ TXT ] : where did your other shoe go

[ TXT ] : are you writing a novel?

[ TXT ] : go to bed before you confess something

[ TXT ] : that's either sad or brave

[ TXT ] : you owe me breakfast and an explanation

[ TXT ] : you're NEVER living this down

[holyscorch]

" hah, very well then, hana. " graciously, casimir accommodates, but quietly he registers that her name too bore familiarity ... he's heard it from somewhere. and he had his doubts it was from the cafe. still ... instead of being so rude and constantly prying, he'll have to do his own research later. for now, he'll make due with the pleasantries. ( her work alone was satisfactory; the beautiful arrangements will no doubt be admired by even the little ghosts that visit his museum when the doors close. ) admiring fondly over the way she affectionately acknowledges her companion, casimir's smile grows -- thumb rubbing the pokeball that sat atop of his cane. " iris ... what a lovely name for an even lovelier pokemon. you two seem to have a lot of history together. i believe it's only fair i should introduce one of my own little ones. "

with his finger gliding across the button of the ball atop of his cane, a single push and out comes a large beautifully slithering figure with resplendent cream - colored scales and blue fins. his milotic coos as a greeting, and she's quick to quickly slither around casimir while partially wrapping her lower body around his feet before nuzzling her face against the top of his head; earning a small chuckle and scratch beneath her chin. " this one's name is pearl. as you can see ... she's quite the needy one. "

his comment warrants a huffy noise from her, and follows it with a pouty nudge of her head against his shoulder. " i'm kidding, i'm kidding ... my pearl, please, say hi to our guests. they'll be taking care of our museum and make it even more beautiful for us. " the milotic averts her gaze over to hana and iris, curiously canting her head as if she was looking at something foreign to her ... a melodious coo escaping, almost as if it were her neutral way of saying ' hello. '

[efloresce]

her name sounds quite melodic 'pon the curator's tongue, and the florist needs to avert her gaze for a moment to avoid heat from spreading through her cheeks. she masks the bashfulness by responding to his following comment, though, focusing on his fascination for her companion rather than the baritone of his voice around the syllabes of her name. ❝ yeah, she's seen all of my . . . best and worst moments. ❞ hana recalls with fondness the start of her journey as a trainer, when all she had was stubborness and iris as a small eevee by her side. all the ups and down before ascending to gym leader and, eventually, a member of the elite four. those days feel so distant now, she barely recognizes herself, but now is not the time for melancholy.

his remark elicits a chuckle from her; the milotic's behavior reminds hana of one of her pokemon, aster, a hisuian zoroark she's taken care of since arriving in unova. he, like pearl seems to be, is extremely clingy and possessive of her attention, rarely befriending other pokemon and trainers ( the tsukino siblings and n and their companions are the few aster is amicable with, though his disposition can sometimes fluctuate depending on the dynamic hana exhibits with them, souring according to the perceived proximity between her and the other person )

hana admires how the milotic's scales glisten under the light, catching the rays of sun at certain angles that make it seem like the ocean waves dance across its body. ❝ hello, darling, what a beauty you are. ❞ iris also leans forward, paws pressing lower into the florist's shoulder as she observes the other with keen interest. ❝ i must admit you truly have an artist's eye, mr. achim. it's quite difficult to find shiny variants these days, or so i heard. ❞

[efloresce]

i invite you to judge my beautiful princess with a disorder

[leneemusing]

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking

[ndoesmemes]

Send "I really want to kiss you." for my muse's reaction

[efloresce]

&͟. GETO, SUGURU ✦ good girl + you look so pretty when you're taking my cock [ . . . ] @slumbernanas.

her moans are loud and unashamed as they echo through the room, the slow rhythm of his hips makes her head spin. even amidst the lust suguru is sentimental to a fault; dragging his heavy length in and out of her at a lethargic tempo, touch reverent 'pon the still tender skin of her hips and thighs, a result of the previous climaxes he ensured she reached long before chasing his own relief. suguru is sweet,   sickeningly so,   and sometimes hana almost feels guilty for how much of his attention she demands for herself.     almost.     because,   for how greedy she can be about it, he always meets her halfway, earnest in his commitment to please her despite his oftentimes more subdued desires.

legs wrap around his hips, bringing him closer, keeping him near out of pure want. it bleeds through each kiss and touch shared, unfiltered in their passion. the intimacy, as gratifying as it feels, is merely the tip of the iceberg of her need for him. here, hana uncovers her heart as much as her body, relents control over her pleasure to him wholeheartedly. it is a unmesurable act of trust for hana, who spent her youth with no semblance of control over her life, used as nothing more than a tool at her clan's disposal, it is something she clings to unyieldingly. to surrender it so openly and zealously shows how secure she feels in suguru's presence.

the praise quickly feeds into her craving, moans growing unabashedly louder along with the sounds of their combined arousal. ❝ sugu ❞ his name comes out as a desperate plea, saccharine sweet 'pon her tongue, repeated like a hymm against his lips when he leans down to kiss her. ever the hopeless romantic, she intertwines their fingers, and, if possible, would sync their heartbeats, ( though she swears she feels the thud in his chest match the cadence of hers when their eyes meet in the haze of it all ) hazel hues slowly shifting into an ocher glint the closer she's pushed to the edge. ❝ together, yeah? ❞

idk sugu rlly does think she looks so good,,, SO pretty, esp when he's intentionally dragging it out n taking it slow.

[efloresce]

&͟. ACHIM, CASIMIR ✦ " mm ... ah, i miss you, my sweet. " casimir approaches hana from behind, dressed in his linen pants and button up. he buries his face into her hair, arms taking in the feeling of her body pressed up against his. " you were ravishing last night, my love. i miss the taste of you already ... might i have you for breakfast instead ? " [ . . . ] @holyscorch

❝ i'm right here, my love. ❞ hana watches casimir approach from the vanity mirror's reflection, gaze tender through half-lidded eyes in a manner only the afterglow of a passionate night can elicit. she leans into his touch, appreciative hum under her breath. casimir is always so affectionate in the morning; there is something about how the early sunlight makes everything softer at the edges, and it also seems to affect his mood, making him more clingy and needy than usual. hana relishes in it, in the sensation of her lover's endless adoration, in the knowledge that he too is insatiable in his devotion. ❝ didn't you have enough of me last night? ❞ her tone is playful, lips curling into a lazy smirk. his demeanor sometimes reminds her of a feline and she almost expects to hear him purr in contentment. it'd surely be a sight to behold.

his hands, however, dont wait for an answer, roaming across the expanse of her exposed skin, readily crawling under the shirt she's wearing, one she stole from his wardrobe. a hand finds her breast, expertly kneading the plush of it with delectable eagerness, while the other meets the wetness already gathering between her thighs. soft sighs fall from roseate lips, hips grinding against it in rhythm with his movements, chasing that sweet release casimir never fails to provide her. ❝ mm . . . go ahead, my love. you know very well i can never say no to you. ❞

[efloresce]

&͟. SUKUNA, RYOMEN ✦ he's worn her out again.   all that spirit brightening her eyes even as her entire body shifts with the effort of throwing all she has against him.   "is that all?"   he goads,   his teeth bared,   eyes lidded and entirely condescending.   before she can move again,   his hand shoots out to close around her wrist,   an anchor to swirl her until her arm is bent at the elbow and pinned behind her back.   sukuna's head dips until his voice is vibration and heat against her ear. "try a little harder."   another arm clasps around her hip,   dragging her up against him until her feet leave the ground,   slotting her tightly enough to feel the weight of him and his interest.   "or will you simply let me do what i wish to you?"   fingertips catch in the fabric of her clothing as he pushes her into his thick friction.   drags her,   presses her into it,   leaving her legs dangling in the air. [ . . . ] @hungermaw

to most sorcerers in their right mind, it is a foolish endeavour to confront the king of curses armed only with a common sword and headstrong boldness. and hana is acutely aware of it, even as she continues to lunge in his direction again and again. every slight graze of her blade against his flesh feels as if it hits bedrock, the sound of metal scraping the solid planes of his chest echoing loud through the room. the talismans created to contain his cursed energy tremble under the pressure of each collision, threatening to shatter and undo the binding seal placed 'pon the shrine. still, hana is nothing but relentless in her attacks, blinded by wrath and a lust for blood she can't recall ever experiencing before.

ryomen sukuna is a mystery she cannot solve and it only increases her curiosity. he tempts her to unseal his shackles, offers her a merciful end in exchange for it, challenges her imposed authority with an arrogant smirk spread across both mouths. and hana, filled with boredom and lacking the fundamental fear of death, drifts closer to his form each passing day, testing the limits with a grin of her own. sometimes her gaze lingers from a distance, intrigued by his confidence and power, attracted to it even. though her interest remains restrained to the confines of her bed chambers.

the priestess has a duty to uphold: to prevent the heain sorcerer from escaping his prison, even if it means dying by his hand. and while there is no interest in preserving her clan's honor in the gesture, it is for her own pride that she steps forward once more, inevitably made captive by the sheer force of one hand. she attempts to free herself before her arm is twisted and pinned to her back, a pained yelp escaping her lips. it is not the end of her resistance, however, as she thrashes around even unarmed, free hand clawing at him blindly and legs kicking at his, insults hurling unconstrained from her tongue. when another arm pushes her into his body, dragging upwards until her feet dangle beneath her, and his voice is just hot puffs of air in her ear, she ceases for a brief moment.

the fabric of her robes is thin and serves no purpose in veiling the sensation of every ridge of muscle against the softness of her skin. she feels in full the strength of clutch, the heat of breath, the hardness of desire. all crude and raw, as if the layer of clothing is non existent. every movement becomes treacherous and addicting in equal measure, and she needs to trap her bottom lip between her teeth to avoid giving him the satisfaction of a moan. how pathetic you truly are, she thinks, all that bravado for what? a series of chills crawl through her flesh the longer his breathing touches the nape of her neck, words almost too enticing to ignore. although she tries to hold on to what remains of her resolve, the white-knuckled grip at the freying edges of her convictions slowly uncurls at each new syllable he utters.

she shifts, uncomfortable now. not by the press of his frame against hers, but by the reaction it evokes. adrenaline coursing wildly through veins, a thin layer of sweat glistening 'pon rosy skin, thighs pressing together to supress the uninvited need that settles deep and heavy in her gut. confronting that realization is shattering, it opposes the principles forced 'pon her from birth. still, pride swells within her chest and her head is unbowed. the king of curses might have bested her in combat, but she will not allow him the pleasure of stripping her of dignity. ❝ unhand me, beast, or i'll have you kneeling by my feet. dead or alive. ❞

[efloresce]

sunday is almost upon us so here are some examples of the type of thirst traps hana sends her partners

[holyscorch]

" hm ... " casimir's eyes linger across her face, unconsciously leaning in as if he required a better view of her. " the cafe ... " he mutters under his breath, trying to surmise if that was really the last place he might recognize her from. ( a part of him didn't; but he cannot properly recall when. ) he figures it's currently best not to pry too much, especially when it'd be rather rude to do so when she's in the middle of doing her job. upon realizing how intrusive he's being, he offers her an apologetic smile with a hand to his chest. " my apologies for being so nosy. i'm sure you can tell, i'm the meticulous sort. ... yes, perhaps it was through the cafe. " the one local to this town, more off in the distance where a trail lead through a bountiful field of flowers, tall grasses, and wild pokemon. he recalled one of the owners and his significant other recently passed through here in the museum.

with a dismissive wave of his hand to retain the flow of their conversation, casimir gives hana a proper, courteous bow. " well, it's wonderful to meet you regardless, ma'am. casimir achim, at your service. again, i appreciate all of your hard work so far. obviously, you are quite the master of your craft. " he takes a look around the room, admiring how the arrangements look in place so far. beautiful, eye - catching, colorful yet not too overwhelming ... yes, it was perfect. ( a work of art in itself. ) and fondness swells in his gaze to see that she's utilizing extra helpful little hands to support her on the job. ah, the harmonious flow between humans and pokemon .... truly, is there anything greater ? " and what's your name, miss -- "

" oh. " finally, as if hit with a realization, he'd register his lack of decorum towards the espeon at the florist's side -- he offers another apologetic smile. " forgive me. it's wonderful to nice to meet you as well, little one. what a beautiful espeon you have ... her coat looks especially immaculate. she's well cared for, i can tell. "

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her smile does not falter as he leans in closer, a perfect mask of politeness even as the situation turns a tad awkward. hana dares not to breathe during the brief interaction, silently hoping he drops the topic and just accepts the answer she offered ( the answer she forced onto him, to be more precise, and she subconsciously braces for the worst possible outcome: him inquering further about this supposed prior knowledge about who she is. perhaps she should pay the cafe a visit when she's done here, ask, or rather beg in the case of taiyou, the tsukinos to go along whatever story she comes up with to avoid suspicions. ) there is relief in the sigh that escapes her lips when he pulls back. ❝ no need to apologize, sir. i understand is part of the job, and it sure is paying off. ❞ she gestures to the museum with reverence, admiring the incredible collection he accrued and excited to return, not for business but for her own leisure.

hana is a bit taken aback by his display of cordiality, but responds to it with a curtsy of her own. ❝ the pleasure is all mine, mr. achim. i am glad you're liking how the decorations are turning out so far. please, don't hesitate to let me know of any preferences you have. ❞ satisfaction swells in her chest at the compliment, and the curl of her lips turns more sincere than the practiced smile she's been wearing since the conversation started. though not overly prideful, hana takes her work quite seriously, a craft she learned from observing her father as a child. knowing she's doing him justice is all she hopes for since leaving kanto. ❝ you can just call me hana, no need for honorifics, sir. ❞

a chuckle slips her at the moment, turning her attention to the aforementioned pokemon with fondness, fingers scratching her under the chin lovingly. ❝ thank you. this is iris, the backbone of my business and my oldest companion. you have her to thank for things going so smoothly around here. she's the one in charge, not me. ❞