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@ammakoh 

early christmas present because i have himiko x takao angst at 3 am. Maybe I can get a proper, happier fic out later though, we'll see. Merry early Christmas, i hope you like it twin~ ♥

The oiran and the fair lady laid within the silken sheets of his futon, their bodies still intertwined from fervent rounds of intimacy. The air was empty of their moans and whispers of sweet nothings, instead replaced by the even breathing of the courtesan’s sleeping beloved. Takao gazed fondly at her, admiring every little detail of the naked, honest soul who truly loved him. He loved the way her disheveled, dark tresses cascaded down her porcelain back, the way her chest rose and fell gently with every precious breath, the way she fell asleep – peacefully, entirely in his full, tangled embrace.

Takao loved her.

Countless women failed to do what Himiko had done so easily. She had his heart, a heart that she has revived with her sincerity and unconditional love–qualities that his other clients did not possess.

And yet, this love makes him ache.

They would be forced to separate once the sun rose, ultimately leaving the young man with an open wound upon his heart until her next visit. Her mere presence heals him temporarily only to wound him once more with her absence. He does not know when the cycle will end, but he hopes it will end with her in his arms.

Takao gently presses his lips against her forehead in a ghostly kiss. His voice is quiet and melancholy against the warmth of her skin.

“Are you dreaming of us, together?…Take me with you. Show me your dreams…places I’ve never seen before. I want to be by your side.” His soft words tremble and crack as he buries his face in her brunette locks. He took in her scent, closing his eyes in an attempt to sleep.

Perhaps drowning in her scent would bring him peace.

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In Which Takao Ruined his Reputation

@zvoruna this was supposed to be longer and Himiko was supposed to be in this but I didn’t feel confident in her portrayal so I cut that out. Here’s some angry protective sass from Takao when a wealthy client badmouths Himiko.

The courtesan looked closely at the plainly elegant comb, smiling fondly as he replayed memories of a loved one.

“Takaaao-samaa, I bought you more gifts!”

His smile faded into a frown at the sound of his client’s voice. His most insufferable one. He quickly forced a smile as the young woman slid aside the screen, bags of gifts in tow. While she was pretty, Ayumi’s appearance was the only positive aspect about her. She had a god awful personality. She would complain to Takao about her servants and her wealthy, generous parents for not giving her (more) money whenever she wanted. She was a demanding, whiny brat.

“You shouldn’t have. Thank you.” Takao said, his smile frozen in place. You really shouldn’t have. He stared at the fancy jewelry and trinkets that the woman brought, wondering where to put them all. His room would end up like a pirate’s treasure horde at this rate...

“Huh? Did one of your customers give you this? I can definitely find a better comb than this ugly--”

The courtesan snatched Himiko’s comb from Ayumi’’s perfumed hand, his glare towards the woman comparable to that of a demon’s.

“I don’t need another one. I’d appreciate it if you did not take my things, Ayumi.” An icy voice escaped him, one of authority that was reserved for misbehaving apprentices and subordinates, not clients.

Takao’s glare remained as the woman hotly protested in return. “...But you deserve so much better! Did the girl spend all her loose change to buy you that plain comb? I wonder how she could afford your price! Does she work at another bro--”

The courtesan grabbed Ayumi’s jaw roughly before she finished her question. His glare burned through her as he leaned closer. “I agree with you, Ayumi-san. I deserve so much better. You look down on my ‘poor’ client, but she’s so much better than you; you don’t even compare. She’s hardworking and kind. Unlike you, she’s not a whiny, little selfish bitch who complains incessantly about her family,” Takao smirked victoriously as Ayumi’s expression changed from one of surprise to disgust. “Gather your worthless gifts and get out of here. You aren’t worth my time.”

The brunet let go of the woman only to have her jeweled hand slap his cheek hard.

“...Y-you aren’t worth my money. You’ve just lost a wealthy client to Kagura-sama, I’m sure he’ll do better than you. Have fun sleeping with peasant girls! I’m going to report this to Iroha-san.”

Takao still wore a smirk even though his cheek throbbed in pain.“Feel free, Ayumi-san. Send my apologies to Kagura for burdening him with you. How unfortunate he is!”

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