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THE FLOWER OF CARNAGE
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redance · 6 months ago
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each body is a house —a haunted house, a family house, a dying house. by this faulty logic, the flesh and bones of akane matsumoto are tantamount to an empty house. perfectly polished, both outside and within, denuded of light and love, and worth a near fortune. still, deep beneath the wooden floorboards, in the corner of every drawer, resides every memory of him. perhaps he is the divine thread that holds each splendid bone together.
''didn't they teach us that the only way to achieve perfection is through pain?'' she doesn't want to look, not at the wound, but at him when she says it, because she knows, knows that she'll always want another glance, another moment, another minute. he tells her something of a sting. she only sighs as her dazzling body settles back onto the table. ''i know. i don't mind it.'' he could take her apart, muscle by muscle, he could slice and sink his teeth into her supple skin, and she'd still lay in pieces on this table, his table, unmoving.
''doctor... minjae,'' akane mutters as her gaze shuffles back to him, reminding herself that she's breaking character. she wants to see him, all of him, in the way people who are dying dream of seeing home again. ''would i be able to request another check-up? or a home visit?''
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The  same  as  always. It  echoes  through  the  empty  room,  bounces  off  the  cold  white  walls.  Her  voice  doesn’t  speak  the  full  truth,  and  he  knows  it  —  he’s  always  been  capable  of  reading  her  flesh  and  movements  better  than  words.  So  he  is  silent,  and  with  the  precision  of  a  hand  that  only  a  lifesaver  (and  taker)  could  have,  he  is  now  untying  her  shoes,  slowly  taking  them  off. 
“Your  fate  and  your  story,  written  on  your  feet.  Am  I  wrong  for  believing  this  fate  should  become  a  little  less  painful?”  His  fingers  now  bloody,  he  doesn’t  stare  at  them  for  too  long  —  they’d  soon  be  fully  painted  red,  dripping,  leaving  pieces  of  her  on  the  floor.  “It’s  been  quite  slow,  actually.  Until  now,  at  least,”  a  silly  tease,  and  a  smirk.  He’d  never  mind  it. 
“Now…”  shoes  on  the  ground,  socks  —  nearby.  “I’ll  have  to  disinfect  it  and  look  at  how  bad  the  wounds  are.  I’m  sure  it’s  nothing  bad,  but  it  might  sting  a  little,”  and  he  finishes  his  short  mantra,  one  he  keeps  repeating  for  every  patient  —  for  her,  too.  Every  time,  without  a  miss.  And  then  he  cleans  it  up,  with  an  additional  touch  of  care. 
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redance · 1 year ago
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she wears her pain well, the way some women wear dresses or jewels passed down from one tender hand to another. she wears it around her wrists, lets it accentuate her hips and give a new, better shape to her feet. it still feels like a performance, all of it, like she has to make it elegant, watchable, and easy to digest.
''it's the same as always.'' which is her way of saying that it's worse. perching herself on the examination table, she turns to him with measured gracefulness, as if she's there to entertain. ''most people have their fate written in the lines of their palms...'' she pauses, nearly reaching for his hands only to remember where she truly is. so she smiles instead — this is the closest thing to an embrace. ''but mine is written on my feet.''
''— and of course, you may.'' still, akane doesn't dare to cast her gaze downward. in fragments, split apart, she waits for the right twist of his hand to stitch her back together. the blood that soaks her shoes is only hers. ''has it been a busy night, doctor kang?''
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It  falls  silent  there  at  this  time  of  the  day  –  it’s  only  one  of  the  reasons  why  he’d  like  to  imagine  that  her  soft  footsteps  send  vibrations  that  can  reach  his  fingertips;  he’d  like  to  say  he  can  feel  it,  but  there  certainly  are  more  logical  reasons  for  his  anticipation:  a cyclic  apparition,  she  was  missed  –  it  was  long  since  he  last  saw  her,  at  least  here. 
He  hears  her  voice  and  a  sigh  of  the  assistant  that  follows  it  –  he  knows  they  can  recognise  her,  but  he’s  already  nodding  to  them  in  approval  before  there  are  any  words  said.  “Come  in,”  he  steps  towards  the  examination  room  –  she’s  following  him,  he’s  sure  of  it  –  after  all,  it's  a  dance  they’ve  had  before:  a  silent  peer  and  request,  a  waltz  to  the  door,  his  eyes  –  on  her  feet. 
There  are  nights  he  leaves  an  open  time  slot,  just  like  tonight  –  a  prophecy  usually  fulfilled,  even  though  he’s  unaware  of  her  calendar.  “How  bad  is  it  this  time?”  Sat  in  front  of  her,  he’s  almost  ready  to  help  her  take  her  shoes  off.  “May  I?”
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redance · 1 year ago
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contempt is swallowed first. it slides down her throat in bitter protest, straining each and every taut muscle of the larynx in the process. she tells herself he's just a stranger looking through a window at her. he doesn't know what she knows, he cannot see through the walls of the shabiru house that holds her bones.
the sound of her name coming from his mouth compels her to turn, pulling her closer to the oyabun. up close, he looks just like any other beast — but oh, what big teeth he has. let us run in pointless circles then, dear wolf.
''mr. sowakatsu. it's a pleasure to finally be in your company.'' she bends forward, lowering the sensu in her hands, deliberately slow in the act of revealing her face concealed behind brocaded silk mounted on metal slats. ''no, i have not.'' akane says, her curiosity growing wide like a bloodstain upon white cloth. ''would you do me the honor of selecting the best one and opening it for me?''
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with @redance // INFERNO.
the gluttony floor was closed for a private party, or a way for shinji to get a bunch of rich and drunk people to have fun and have the chance to meet the geishas of their dreams. in order to enter the party, you must present an offering, which was usually a very expensive present, of course the geisha pick whichever present they wanna keep and who they wanted to spend time with.
hiring for this type of event was expensive, but worth it. shinji himself never bothered with wasting money on something he could get without the theatrics and filling other people with booze and watching them try to win a night with some of the most infamous geishas in japan was entertaining to say least.
of course, one such very expensive geisha was akane. who despite appearing incredibly busy socializing, the crowd around her quickly disappeared as shinji walked towards her, because he wanted to make sure that any they were having a good time, as a good host should. "akane." he took a sip from his bourbon. "have you peeked at the presents yet?"
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redance · 1 year ago
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the sound of her footsteps, well-practiced and perfected, lighter than the sound of rain falling, loses its momentum before reaching a waiting room devoid of any patients, a place bled of its colour under relentless fluorescent lights. it smells clean, well-nigh sterile, awash with bitter antiseptic — it almost smells like him. almost but not quite.
sharp discomfort slides between her shoulder blades when she catches a glimpse of her own reflection in a looking glass. bereft of her wonted attire and carefully curated ornaments, with half of her makeup wiped off in a hurry, she almost looks like someone else — but she knows this girl, knows her bones.
silent, swift, akane knocks only once, seeking no permission to enter an all too familiar office. '' i know i don't have a scheduled appointment, but i really need to see dr. kang. it'll only take ten minutes, i promise.'' she says, graciously peering, nearly hiding behind a half-opened door, like a cat that knows it shouldn't be there. she could recognize him with her eyes closed, eyes gouged. '' perhaps fifteen. '' @cataclysmxs
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redance · 1 year ago
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【 shioli kutsuna //. cis woman //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… AKANE MATSUMOTO into The Hub. You are registered to be TWENTY-NINE and have been given citizenship for ALL YOUR LIFE under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be AMBITIOUS & CALCULATING. Please confirm that you are CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employment is currently for the SHABIRU as a GEISHA . We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are  A PAINTING IN MOTION WITH EVERY GRACEFUL GESTURE ,BALANCING ON THE TIP OF A KNIFE , SKIN BATHED IN HEADY WINE, NEVER-ENDING REINVENTION OF THE SELF. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to LA BELLE OTERO, SALOME, MILADY DE WINTER ( THE THREE MUSKETEERS ) , ACRASIA ( THE FAERIE QUEENE ) ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay. 
FULL NAME: akane matsumoto .
NAME MEANING: akane 茜羽 deep red, matsumoto 松本 base of the pine tree
NICKNAMES: whatever your heart desires, though she is exclusively called just akane . geishas usually only have one stage name.
OCCUPATION :geisha, dancer, actress .
AGE : twenty-nine .
PLACE OF BIRTH : tokyo, japan .
GENDER : cis woman .
LANGUAGES : japanese, korean, mandarin chinese, english .
ETHNICITY: japanese .
DATE OF BIRTH : presumably 5.01.2015 .
ZODIAC : capricorn sun . virgo moon . libra rising
EASTERN ZODIAC: goat™ / ...vintage hermès by jean paul goatier
a girl is nothing until she is everything. adopted and raised by the shabiru clan. was found on a rainy winter morning, with no name. but that's not her tale. not the one she tells nor the one that reverberates in the mouths of all those who know her. if you ask akane, she'll tell you that she comes from a family of former geishas, each one lined up like precious pearls around the necks of japan's most eminent individuals. they danced for emperors, kings and queens, between the offerings and banquets, divine and unattainable, fated to be remembered.
elegance is her first language. they knew it from the start — how she kept her back straight and perfectly positioned her hands, even as a child. 'she could be something deadly', they whispered. 'but she'll also be something beautiful.' she was taught how to hold a blade in one hand and a book of poems in the other, used of course as a counterbalance, for both were of equal use when wielded correctly. when the rest of the nins went to sleep, she danced, painted and played an array of instruments, each one more complicated than the last.
when they speak of salome, tell them she wasn't always like this. she never found a mother in any of the women of the shabiru clan, but she loved and was beloved, truly, irreversibly, and madly, by one of their former geishas — thus akane even served as a maiko by this woman's side. greatly favoured by the aforementioned geisha, akane was weaned on attention and grew up to be rather competitive and emulous, yet in spite of her cruel ambition, she knew when to show mercy too; perhaps it was an innate trait, or even an echo of her true spirit.
anything that you can do, she can do it better. was an apprentice for four years and made her debut as a geiko upon turning eighteen. if there's one thing that rings true is that she never knew how to concede — she would bite and scratch and walk forward even when her feet and hands were battered and bruised and oozing blood; watch her dance, in a pool of crimson, in a pool of red, until there's nothing left but the emptiness.
a rose flung into a room, all hue and scent. she's held her tenure for almost eleven years now, and during this time, she's managed to reach the very top of the ladder. at least in terms of her profession. now, she dances and smiles, points a finger at any traitorous man, amating them with an idle laugh. watch her give contour and grace and style to discord and disarray. between heaven and abyss, only she exists.
TRIVIA.
the closest thing to a celebrity or an idol. is a woman of great prestige. she's well-known and adored by many, but unlike most celebrities, akane, as a geisha, exclusively entertains selected individuals and not the public. army candy of many— but ultimately belongs to no one.
at the moment, she isn't employed at a specific location, but rather can be seen wherever one needs/invites her. it's worth noting that she's quite expensive, high-in-demand and selective. it adds an air of mystery to her persona.
she's had many loyal patrons over the years, some that according to rumors she accepted as lovers, but those are all just speculations. however, there is one theory that could back up this claim — people whisper that a certain design/part of a hotel in the city was modeled after her breasts, especially when you look at it from the side. apparently, an architect fell in love with her and decided to immortalize her in this way. akane never confirmed nor denied it.
lives a very decadent life, greatly due to her patrons. jewelry, expensive materials, lavish food and drinks, she can just glance at it, and they'll get it for her.
notoriously bathes in high-priced wine and sake. not always, and certainly not as often as she tells people, but it's nice to soak in someone's yearly paycheck. i mean what. she does also sell her bath water, so if you don't agree, look the other way.
she performs at weddings, high-end events, holds tea ceremonies, and can be booked privately, be it for more or just one individual.
most notably, akane invented 'the red dance'. it's her own take on the jiuta mai, with some modern influence. it's intricate, thought-provoking and takes months to learn. perfected it by dancing in the rain without getting the lower part of her kimono wet. she's dressed in red from head to toe whenever she performs it.
emulates salome in many aspects. while she is trained and skilled in martial arts, akane much prefers to play the coy part and have others point their blades and bring her body parts of anyone who has wronged her.
at the moment, does mostly spy work and brings information back to the shabiru. her current involvement with them is veiled in a thick layer of secrecy, so unless someone's a member of their clan, they won't know much about her, other than what she wants them to think. this of course, may be subject to change in the future.
stared in a couple of films, at the behest, once again of her patrons. they were mostly minor roles, but after all, it's only another way to gain more notoriety.
whatever hides beneath all these layers of lies could be something ugly, but a journey of self-discovery still awaits her. she wants to believe that she's capable of something more.
PLOTS.
all jumbled up together but here we go i. a person who got to know akane on a deeper level. how and why can definitely be discussed but with them there's no need to perform. she gets to be herself, without all the makeup and lavish kimonos. ii. of course people that she's spying on or trying to get some intel on them. iii. regular clients who always come back, regardless of their reason. perhaps they want to discuss poetry, drink tea, or simply talk about their day. akane will listen as long as she's getting paid. when the cards decline, it's time for you to go. iv. higher-ups who believe that she's on their side or that they can win her over and have her come to their faction. she'd love to see the effort. v. perhaps the greatest sin of all would be to leave this world without having loved. things are already complicated, but why not make it even worse. they can always try, they can always fail. what is it about love that makes it so fatal? vi. some mutual dislike or perhaps it just comes from their side. maybe they're not buying her story fully, so they're trying to find more. vii. listen, she's been everywhere. you're bound to run into her at some point. so there could be people who know her from much earlier times, back when she was just starting out. viii. fans, patrons of her work. love it when things get a little obsessive. ix. someone who got exposed or will be exposed because of her. so much more! i'm always here to entertain crazy ideas.
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redance · 1 year ago
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𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ; i stood and watched [ ... ] / and vomited my heart out through my teeth ⸻ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 . 
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private dependant blog featuring akane matsumoto. twenty-nine. geisha. devoted to the shabiru. woman as the sound of rain. woman as the colour red. i have grasped my eager heart in my own talons. i am made of fire.
i. intro ii. threads iii. pinterest
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redance · 1 year ago
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Salome by Takato Yamamoto
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redance · 1 year ago
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𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓)
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