all the hands in the world | @13jiwon
it’s not often that takeda kana is agitated.
devil knows, she’s not perfect and if one of her kids ever happens to pass before the doorways to certain rooms on the third floor of her mansion, they’ll see her quite a bit more upset than they’re used to, nothing of the poised, pristine majesty she strives to maintain on a daily basis-- certain pieces of her unraveling every so often, bleeding or burning, knocking her into coughing fits as she exits rooms designed only for herself. she always wears heels and she always bears perfected makeup, nails long and decorative, back straight, eyes sharp and gleaming, but for all the unspoken atmospheric power that radiates off her aura in currents, she is, occasionally, off-beat.
today happens to be one of those said days, although not for any distressing reasoning, not for anything too disturbing or tragic-- more simply that she is excited, enlivened, the lights in her eyes lit up animatedly, her skin bright and brilliant as she flits from one end of the room to the other, gathering up snacks and small sandwiches, piling them all into a big picnic basket, and then gathering blankets and coats enough for twice the size of her coven. her brightly colored clothes shimmer in the light as she dashes around, her mind churning a mile a minute.
“damn. damn! jiwon-chan, can you find my pen i was just using? i swear i just had it…” she spins about confused, not noticing the piece tucked just behind her own ear.