divinefelt:
when : unknown where : the ghost world with : shihiko / @oujihiko
perhaps her attire was a bit too on the nose. the many golden embroidered snakes that slithered across her black pantsuit and the twisted horns atop her gold-brushed mask may have given too much away of her true nature of the scaled and horned beast that hid just beneath her flesh. but if she could not be herself here , among the divine and the dead alike , then what was the point? if only dancing and drinking weren’t an issue ,then she would’ve worn her true skin.
in all truthfullness , however , she was beyond elated for such an event. only in her distant memory were parties of such extravagance held ; long ago when she had an empire of her own and she was one who everyone turned their eyes to look at. but tonight , they were to honor the union of the divine and she would happily settle on hiko’s arm for a once-in-a-lifetime event where she wasn’t the most powerful in the room.
❝ it’s beautiful , ❞ she breathed as they entered the glamour , yet her thoughts drifted towards what laid beyond. her mother was here. perhaps even her children , gods forbid. but out there was her father and husband and all the others who met their end by her dagger or her maw. an involuntary shiver went through her body. ghosts had never scared her before but she was in a different realm with different rules. dark eyes flew towards the jade bracelet on her wrist. that and the aura around them supposedly keeping them safe from the wasteland beyond.
but such thoughts don’t make their way to the surface. rather , she’s wearing the impenetrable visage of the dragyn queen she used to be so long ago and turns it towards the one on her arm. ❝ shall we go get a drink ? or are there greetings you have to make ? ❞
Hiko had been way too accustomed to these types of parties. Back in their Manor in Japan, there were endless pseudo festivities. The help or the slaves, in general, catered to every need of theirs so that the blond may be prepared to venture out into the world. May it be in the realm of the living or that of the dead. He knew their cultures, their etiquettes, their law. He knew not to step a toe out of line in places where another God was in control of the realm... But, he was not born to be a descendant of heavenly opposing and chaos for nothing.
The God looked to his side, smiling at the awe in Zahra’s voice. He knew that she would appreciate these fine luxuries of the world. Even if such extravaganza did not come from their own physical world, much of it was identical to what they knew. His eyes took in the sight of the beautiful woman in his arms. He appreciated the pantsuit she wore, hugging her body oh-so sinfully well that he couldn’t help but comment. “You’re beautiful.” He said in a whispering voice, making sure it was loud enough as he leaned over to her—careful not to make his mask accidentally bump hers as the longhorns of her mask might scratch and scrape against his own finely sanguine hued demon veil.
He liked to think that the black kimono he wore complimented her dress quite handsomely. The temptation of wearing modern garments had crossed the blond’s mind countless times as he prepared for the night but, he decided to carry their family crest in his robes. Fashioned with golden floral stitches on his hakama pants that was a good contrast to Zahra’s golden snakes. His date proved to be a worthy distraction as Hiko took a moment to reply back to her question.
“The greetings can wait till later,” He told her with a slight shrug. He himself found such courteous things to be exhausting. “There is a good reason why I like hiding my face, you know.” He added off with a chuckle. “We can get some wine, but I warn you that they’ll only taste divine on the first sip.” He leads her hand down from his arm to his hand, grasping hers gently. Hiko guided Zahra to the dance floor. "Why don't we enjoy ourselves a little first before letting me do my formalities?" He asks her with a smirk, the mischief in his voice too obvious for her not to notice.











