[ a bridal gown? ♥ hisoka's looking forward to it. ]
Yes~♦
[ hisoka waits for a moment longer, only smiling at chrollo, imagining the blood he'd just spilled streaking over that placid expression of his, arousing the power he knows lives beneath it.
he smiles again, and turns away.
directly after a job, hisoka's desire throbs and hums. he focuses by fixing his gaze on one spot and reveling in memories and the knowledge that he looks good in whatever they're putting on him... even if it is mostly black. his makeup is severe and dark. as he's given directions to pose in front of a set, he looks for chrollo in the crowd of staff. oh, he knows this is his doing. but does it bother him being dressed like this?
hisoka's expression gives nothing away if it does. ]
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Yes~♦
[ hisoka waits for a moment longer, only smiling at chrollo, imagining the blood he'd just spilled streaking over that placid expression of his, arousing the power he knows lives beneath it.
he smiles again, and turns away.
directly after a job, hisoka's desire throbs and hums. he focuses by fixing his gaze on one spot and reveling in memories and the knowledge that he looks good in whatever they're putting on him... even if it is mostly black. his makeup is severe and dark. as he's given directions to pose in front of a set, he looks for chrollo in the crowd of staff. oh, he knows this is his doing. but does it bother him being dressed like this?
hisoka's expression gives nothing away if it does. ]