Mar 17
this is life or death.
koshizu's smile spreads, settles, and seeps into place. two snakes lie in wait, neither striking. "do not call it life or death," she whispers. "it is both. blurred, entwined... like waking from the wrong dream." from the dark, two pale-gloved hands reach in "and you..." fanning past @imitor's (as inumaki no sukeyasu) hair. "you stand at the threshold where dream and reality bleed into one another. every movement must follow the body's law. precise, unerring." she looks down, observing them from behind her veil. "falter, and it is over."