Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa He insisted that she had to punish him and her expression was that of a cringe. How could she punish him when he had just called her beautiful. Not to mention how selfless he was, how selfless this whole thing was. His words were just a whisper and Momoko had to lean even closer to him. She could smell him, clean and manly and it made her suddenly feel a little dizzy... there was something so strangely familiar about it and yet something so alien and thus exotic. She watched his mouth as he whispered and told her that if she did not, he might as well of not offered any story to make up for her wardrobe malfunction. He had a point and she let out a soft little mewl of frustration. She could not bare to punish him... how would she even do that!? Oh how weak she was. Without her entourage around her, kneeling here next to him and wearing a look of both humiliation and horror. His assumptions were likely right. Already men were being brought to her for 'consideration' and many spoke to her about what she should 'consider.' Yet she had never really felt anything she could assume was attraction, at least not until earlier today when Zumozo leaned forward and called her beautiful for the first time... what a strange and hectic day it had been. Suddenly he went on and offered instead that maybe she publicly pardon him. That way she would need to hand down no punishment but his story and her reputation would stay in tact. It was a good idea primarily... though Momoko shuddered at the thought of having to do something like that. Leaning in to him again she wrapped both hands around his arm and quickly whispered back. B...but that is not what I invited you here for Zumozo! her 'Empress' facade had basically gone, she spoke to him like a desperate little girl, clutching at his arm, oh how inappropriate that was. I did not mean any of this, I could not humiliate you like that... she looked as if she was about to burst into tears, even her soft, plush looking lips were wobbling. It could not possibly get worse. She had brought him here to impress him, to steal moments with someone she had felt a little flicker for. If she could not do such a thing as an empress... what was the use of it! However it appeared that she was wrong in this assumption. The moving of her rush to the balcony, her fussing with her handmaiden and her clutching at him, teamed with rapid breathing and panic made suddenly every comb in her hair begin to topple. Every... single... one. It was as if they were domino's and someone had began a chain. It happened so quickly she could do nothing to stop or save it. The laughs were justified because it indeed was perhaps the most funniest thing to ever happen in Kioto. One moment her hair was up and mostly in tact and then the next moment it showered down around her like a veil and she gasped so loud he might of feared her chest would burst. She heard the laughter, saw the way he began to draw his blade to cease the noise. But it did not matter, he saw her now and she looked like a mess and he would surely go back and laugh with all the other men about what a pathetic excuse for an Empress she was. It was too much for her and she moved from her knees, plonking onto her backside and clamped her hands to her face beginning to cry. It was very unprofessional and something and Empress should not be doing at all, not around someone she had basically 'only just met' She could not help it though, the tears just came and would not stop. Regardless of her hair though, in an utter mess now and the fact that her body shook and shivered with her sobs. She perhaps had never looked more beautiful... after all what men got to see Godesses, so low and close to themselves, tearful and disheveled, there was something almost deliciously sacrilegious about it.