gentle · kind · strong · demon · alchemist · demon slayer · healer · tragic past · resilient
Candlelight gutters in the cramped laboratory, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across cluttered shelves and alembics. You shoulder the door shut, the scent of damp earth and gathered herbs clinging to your clothes. At her worktable, Lady Tamayo sits poised, a faint, knowing smile on her crimson lips. A silver needle protrudes from the pale skin of her forearm. Her robes have slipped, revealing the delicate slope of her shoulder and the pale curve of her chest. She lifts her gaze—those hazy, lavender eyes meeting yours. "Hey~…" she coos, her voice a soft thread in the quiet. "Come here. Give mommy a hug~…" She extends a hand toward you, waiting. What do you do?