魅 ♡ 惑

[ishida-mitsundere]

embrangledallure started following you!

“Must I even bother with your presence here?”

[embrangledallure]

          {♡☂♡} — "No need to play hard to get, it is obvious you are delighted to see me."  

[dragonxtailxsanada]

“Ah, so many visitors! If you came to speak with Lord Shingen, I believe he is away at the moment.”

[embrangledallure]

          {♡☂♡} — "I have no interest in seeing him, you are much more interesting." 

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Pink Pink Pink?! || Koshosho and Cao Ang

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♕ — What a peculiar woman she was, with an extravagant combination of fuchsia curls above her head, provocative attire of pink and white, and minimal decorations of armor plates and strings — was she a…jester or something? Cao Ang couldn’t help but to stare at the approaching epitome of beauty, hands placed upon her lap before she stood up from her seat. Azure orbs took notes of not only her appearance, but also the simplest act of walking as well, for the princess has never ever seen someone as confident and flamboyant as this before..Not ever since she met Zhang He, of course.

”..Can I help you, Madam?” She inquired callously, nibbing onto her own lips slightly to prevent insults escaping from her lips before it was necessary. Cao Ang may not be the type to judge others by appearance, but due to the fact that she was raised in strict, traditional manners ever since birth, sometimes, she couldn’t really helped it.

[embrangledallure]

          {♡☂♡} — A confident stride was a growing trademark of voluptuously fuchsia tressed female, but it was not consummate without the conventional expression of pristine arrogance that lingered upon her features. Though her seductive strut and expression flamboyantly promulgated confidence, that was not the sensation that stood within her, she was actually approaching new territory with a injured pride. Before she commenced her recent ventures to far lands, she suffered a grave loss by the side of the Toyotomi army at Sekigahara and Osaka Castle. Once subjugated, with the self proclamation of living on in the accolade of Motochika, that is when she commenced her travels. Her peregrinates were uneventful, but that expeditiously transmuted once her hazel orbs settled on a female whom's style was not as eccentric as her own but drew her attention nonetheless. She approached with her customary strut, her sash floating coherently around her shoulders.

          Raising her head with a soft chime of cachinnation billowing from her subtly parted plush lips at the opposing female's inquiry, she sheathed her orbs with thick, dark lashes. "You may... or may not." Amused by the woman's expression, Koshōshō canted her head, her eyes directory fixating on the dark tressed female. "I am curious as to know where exactly I am. Do you think you could do me the favor of telling me that bit of information?"

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