Lion Head Mesa kyōchikutō ♧

satsu was hurried from the room in to the hall, deftly missing the warm stain with her toes, feeling disoriented for a moment or two.
the feeling of being handled did not immediately register. when it did she looked at tamar, grimaced, and shoved her back, to the sound of a shoulder clipping granite.
im fine, murmured the woman.
rubbing her lips across her wrist.
the image of death-as-harlot etched well in to her mind's eye.