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@katana-otoko asks ' 💋 '

Sides heaving, Scarlet drew the back of her wrist across her forehead as she surveyed the bloodshed surrounding her. What had begun as a quiet dinner in Junon had devolved into a violent brawl, which would have been at least somewhat entertaining... but then one of the men had thrown his foe across her table, interrupting her mid-sip of the best wine the restaurant had to offer. She'd been left no choice but to intervene with a show of violence that had sent most of them running for the proverbial hills.

...well, her and the Turk assigned to her detail for the evening, that was.

Balto had done good work, of course--but she felt that there was more to be done, more problems to be handled. While she knew the katana-wielding Turk would do his job without it, her annoyance at having her dinner and wine ruined by some assholes that couldn't handle their liquor had her gripping him by the lapels of his suit jacket before pulling him in close before he could so much as begin to question her actions.

She didn't so much as press her lips to his as she mauled him with her kiss, pouring every last bit of pent-up aggravation (and passion she'd never admit aloud to craving) into it. Pulling away with a sharp inhale, Scarlet found herself breathing hard for a whole new reason--and while her lips were just barely not touching his?

"Make sure they learn their lesson and there's more where that came from, kya ha ha.~"

Releasing her hold on him, the blond smirked as she leaned back against the tabletop. She knew how men worked, as a whole--and she knew that the man most knew as Katana would do his damndest for her, now that there was the potential for more... personal reward on the table.

[healingwords]

@amepcrdue​ asks ‘ “ passion ” (kitana ofc) ‘

“Does anyone else have a comment about my chosen Konsort?”

The question, posed in unyieldingly authoritative tone, rang off the walls of Kitana’s throne room. It seemingly echoed in the silence which was brought about not by the question, but of the quickly-cooling corpse of the unfortunate soul who she had just beheaded with naught but a flick of her wrist. Her fan was caught easily as it returned to her, a flick of the wrist ridding her weapon of blood as if it had been besmirched by such before she returned it to whence it came. She hated that it had come to a matter of ending the life of one of her subjects, but there would always need to be the occasional display of force to remain upon the throne--she had to be just the right amount of forceful to remind those who sought to take her place that it would be a fool’s errand, but also to keep the peace she had worked so hard to build. It seemed contradictory, but such was the simple truth.

So was the heat that was boring its way between her shoulder blades from Raphael’s eyes as he sat in his throne behind her.

Drawing herself up just that little bit more, there would be no substance in existence in any realm that could match the hardness of her gaze as it searched for any who would dare to step forward... but no one did. Not allowing herself to show the relief she felt at such, a crisp nod was her only outward sign of acknowledgment before that dominant voice was coming forth once more with commanding force.

“As I thought. Now leave, the lot of you.”

As the courtiers and advisors and other fools made their exit, not a word was spoken amongst them--not beyond Jade’s reproachful tone telling them to make haste, a glance cast over emerald-clad shoulder. Kitana knew her friend was also smiling with approval beneath that silken mask, though whether it was for that display of power or the defense of love was anyone’s guess. There was no denying that love was what she felt for Raphael now, not that she had ever uttered such aloud--there was no need, considering how action spoke so clearly. And once she turned back to face her Konsort?

Such was proven true when she found herself seized and kissed hungrily.

A low moan of approval left her as her hands claimed his cheeks, the Kahnum rising up on tiptoe to meet the passion he was pouring forth. Ah, yes... there was no other soul in any realm that could ever make her feel like this, so warm and light and perfect with nothing but a simple touch. As he slowly backed away without releasing his hold on her, she followed him without so much as a shred of hesitation--and once he had taken his seat upon her throne?

It wasn’t horribly long before she was astride him, turning him into her royal seat.

[ochcko]

@icypyre booped the ♥ for a starter!

"...hey, do you have a second?” Peeking her way into Shouto’s field of vision, Ochako was careful to speak before she just--suddenly appeared in front of her classmate. Startling one of the most powerful students in all of UA was a bad idea no matter how one sliced it, after all. And considering the nature of her query, well... as serious and aloof as he was at times, she knew that chances of him agreeing to her idea were slim to none, so she was doing her best to contain her cheer--make it a little more subtle rather than her usual sunshine-and-rainbows, overbearing approach. Coming around in front of him, a deep breath was taken before she made herself get it over with. “You can make ice, I know... but can you do snow?”