autolatry + ohta!!
Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.
“You escaped the red light district why do you still spend all this time painting your face?” Sanemi huffed from his place against the doorframe.
Other people would probably have taken offense to her lover’s gruff tone but Ohta knew he meant no harm. He was just shit at talking to people. So she pondered his question, rolling around the words around in her head.
Sure, the act of putting on make-up used to be part of her job. It used to be something she had to do so she could sell herself to men looking for a good time. Every stroke of eyeliner was a painstaking reminder that her body was nothing more than a tool to be used to make money.
But now every stroke of lipstick, every drop of foundation, every speckle of blush is for herself. Not for a man. It's for her.
The time she spends making herself up is now an intimate worship of herself. A way to appreciate the beauty she already has and accentuate it. A time to bond with her own sense of self-worth and learn to love the body the gods gave her. Not because it’s the object of men’s gaze, but because it gives her strength. Because it’s the body that found the vigor to leave the life that everyone said she was destined for and find something she truly loved.
She looked over her shoulder at that very thing she loved so much. He was still leaning against the doorframe, watching her put her make-up on like he always did. He’d never admit it but she could tell he liked to watch her. It seemed to calm him for some reason. By the look on his face he was still waiting for an answer to his question. She’d almost forgotten he’d asked one.
She chuckled as she set her face with some powder, “Because I do whatever I want. That’s why.”
Sanemi smirked, “Of course. Stupid of me to ask.”
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