Pink Pegasus, Blue Jackal

The sweet batter was one of the best parts of cooking. If she wasn't going to dig into it, then Kasey would fully enjoy it herself. Her small meal would be interrupted by a kiss, only something that came after a fateful action.

A lick.

Ah, yes, the telltale sign. The declaration. Perhaps it was meaningless to other people, but to Kasey, it was no other way than to confess your attraction. While others lingered on the three words, it was just that act alone. It meant the world, and it was all she could ask for. It was just one day, and one special afternoon. Who was to say how late it had actually become. She hadn't cared to look outside. Setsuna himself, continued to observe all of the works of art, glancing a few times at the pair only to nod his head to continue his assessment.

Her hand would extend, to reach behind the woman to lightly pull her closer from the small of her back. A careful touch against her spine. Even with her arms placed against the counter, she would welcome her presence. "Only if we make it sweet." she would say with a smile, only to lean in, breathing against her. Her fingers dancing along her back, only to smile as she looked into her eyes.

"Stop, no. It would only be a hindrance." Her spoon cleaned off, and placed against the counter as her hand reached up to the side of her face, strands of the woman's hair played with between Kasey's fingers. "I don't mind the little things, but the only furred creatures I own are ones with eight legs, not four."

And that much was true. They didn't shed enough to be a heavier burden than dust caused by skin. tarantulas were good in that regard.

It had literally been the same day. Yet neither of them would have expected the day to run out this way. But was it not always that way? Either you just clicked with someone, or you didn't. What was the point of being with someone if you weren't looking for forever? But perhaps that conversation would be for another time.

The idea of cake was one that would cause her mouth to water. That wasn't speaking for the sight before her. That one alone, was mouthwatering. But to pair them together, along with their aprons, was making things rather difficult. "Well, I guess that makes you the sweet one." She would say, planting a kiss on her new found lover.

She might not have been able to watch what was happening behind her, but it didn't concern her. The view was amazing. Besides, she could still smell it, and soon, she would eat it too. A pleasant and warm meal, followed by a sweat treat afterwards. Something great to leave her all full inside. That was, until the offering was presented to her. She would smile, her cheeks still reddened as she kept her locked gaze, only to eat from the hand that was feeding her.

"Not just one. I have several." . . . Dozen. But that was a discussion for later. "They were gifts from a friend. I've taken a few times to try and find out the different species, rather than asking her herself." As for the mention of other pests, well it wasn't the spiders that kept them away.

But, to the few allowed to roam the room, they kept their careful places. Each of them waiting to be fed by the time she arrived. Some of the treats trapped for their amusement, others purchased or bred, specifically for them.

Right. The power to delegate. That was the powers one gained as a figure of authority. From heroes to great leaders. It was the skill to passing down lower priority items to other people. Without fear of lost quality by your own hands, or into hands of those trusted. It was often handed down to others, delegated in pieces, broken up to take as fractured shards of an entire puzzle piece. Everyone served a greater entity. People from her books soul their souls to great demons, even in her tales it existed. In reality, people sold their privacy for the power from the government. Promises of exemption, only to be put under a microscope for every act they took. If you weren't following their wishes, you were removed. Delegation, a powerful tool. . . .

"Setsu, give us a hand with the dishes." Delegation. A power she posessed.

The large creature would pout with what could be done with a rather simple face. With the lack of skin, brows, and most facial expressions, all that was left was his stance, his voice, and his eyes. He would shake his head only to sigh as he would make his way over, removing the rather pre-cleaned items thanks to Kasey, only to be washed thoroughly afterwards. Given his biology, he knew it was best to stay away from the foods, given what may find its way baked into the meal. For now, to clean, would be no harm done to his bones, and would be simple done. He would turn his back to them, averting his gaze, less for the sake of not wanting to be a part of it, and more for the reason of privacy. That, and he had no interest in their matters.

With the heat of the oven, Kasey would do as she was told, assisting as she could, given what little she knew about baking. With both halves in the oven, it would make for the next step.

"Well, that's the power of being your own personal army." a nod, a joke, a hint. Everything an act of circumstantial coincidence. Army of One. Army of Bones. Two people whose views had aligned, yet swore to fight for as long as the moon was above, and the sun set. They knew what their mission was. The only thing they feared, was not the government of Japan, but their great deity.

Everything was going to be made in the Maker's image.

Everyone possessed powers that were not measurable skills. Most of them were simply just tactics at their core. From discussing a simple disarming conversation to get someone to present themselves in a way you want, to manipulation. Kasey was careful to only reveal her own limits to certain people, and even more so to prevent her influence over certain things.

"Well, given the circumstances," the running water, hot, there was no need to worry of a burn with him. Perhaps he was better suited to deal with the hot pans, than to clean the mixing bowls. But with the nature of the girls, with their own innate healing powers, it was best to let them sort those things out. ". . . I think I'll have plenty of chances to further observe the finer details of the works of art." He would take the sponge, the brush, or whatever she happened to have, and would begin his task.

"We're going to be back often, I can feel that already..." he would think to himself, not minding at all the chore before him.

Even at her side, and with their hands full of other things, Kasey had retained that small bit of her youth. She didn't need to be held at all hours and minutes of the day, but it was those little moments of saying "I'm right here" that she found comfort in. Providing such a thing was not difficult either. Just keeping in touch, from her hip, to the light press of her ankle to the other woman beside her, she didn't leave her side. The hand that soon greeted her, just another warm welcome.

"Then a piece is all they get." she would say, leaning her head for a moment on the woman, before continuing moving things to prepare for their meal. "It won't matter since you'll be the only one that gets all of me~."

She hated relying on others. But, in some situations, that variable of randomness, to find out when push came to shove where they would land as a partner, or an ally was always fun to watch. Most squirmed, only to falter and cross her later. It was a reason for secrecy, but others were very careful, knowing fully how scary the unknown was. Given with Thundershock, and what he trusted Sato with, and the few things that Sato respected. Even with her own personal army, she really only had to worry about herself.

"Well, I've been at the top, if even for just a moment, and even if I was only peeking behind someone's shoulders." She had been close, far too close to the Big Bosses. Thundershock. The Boss. Sato, himself. She could see how the underground worked, how the people operated. Just as fresh and unorganized as the hero agency was, so was criminals. Just as vague and contradictory they were with military, so were villains. She perhaps had the larger perspective, given her position on the matter. She didn't see it from one point of the triangle.

She had worked every corner.

"Pyramids work, because there's a foundation to support the top. Everything is a bit easier, when you not only own the tomb, but everything supporting it, is under your control as well."

"Oh no, I mainly was referring to you and- . . . nevermind." It wasn't worth pursuing his half thought joke. If they were going to be together often, either he would have to find new books at home, or he would have to get used to looking at the same statutes and busts, just as Kasey would. Perhaps it was his manner of speech that made his thoughts hard to convey. Or maybe it was the fact that his own consciousness was split into so many places and things. Small figures that held a bit of his mind, looking around, observing the door as he washed dishes. He had been keeping an eye from the start.

"Well, I'm only being honest." She would say with a smile on her face. Being honest was always a surefire way to get things to go her way. It was the art of learning how to say fuck you and having people still say thanks, afterwards. But to have someone that cared to make her feel special and unique was heartwarming to say the least. Even if they would act in their own personal reasons, it would be in preservation of what they had just created, and fear of losing it. Kasey was going to spiral down into darkness, but she would get a tighter grip on reality, knowing her limits. She would refuse to through her life away, now that she was given a reason to die for.

Kasey was better at observation, rather than the act of it. Perhaps she could have been an information broker of sorts, but that role had already been taken away. For now, she would make do with what she had so far. Being there first hand gave her a lot of insight, and with it plans to fix all of the problems she saw, while planning to deal with others she had already been made aware of. "Sure. Should we work on dinner as well, to get it slow cooking sooner?" She was curious to the matter. Their dance in the kitchen bound by all of the timers and settings around them.

"Then it's a good thing that I've chosen company that are worth hundreds of others." she looked over to her hostess, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. "And someone worth thousands of others."

She had been gathering her army. It was only a matter of time before she marched to their doors.

Whom?

Time would tell.

It had been just the day, a single afternoon. Yet, between them, it felt like years had passed. Everything laid out in front of them, brutal honesty shared between intimate moments. It wasn't the most ideal first date in her mind, but it had been with the ideal person. Someone who shared her views, and not only supported it, but would keep her grounded. She didn't just support them, a blind guidance to expedite the process. it wasn't a hellbent revenge plot to kill a man who wronged her, not like it was with Yuri. She knew what her purpose was, understood it, and would help her own way. In these moments, Kasey still thought of her former girlfriend, but not in sorrow, but in joy to know what she had now. Those small memories kept and treasured, so she knew when she really had something worth keeping. "This is it," she thought to herself. A kiss planted on her own cheek. Kasey would smile. "She's the one."

"Something savory, to go with our sweet." she would suggest, not knowing what was in the house. She may have preferred meat, but it wasn't the only options for her. It wasn't like everyone kept aged meat, saved for a singular purpose. She would make her way to the fridge, just to quickly open to peek what was inside. It wasn't like anything would be soaking in some sauce to be eaten already. But, still, given the time it would take to slow cook would give enough time to prepare something for that problem.

"Uhm, well yes." she would say. Her mind drifting past a phrase she wanted to say. It wasn't the time perhaps. "Some only get to see me once." All of the discarded corpses.

They didn't matter right now.

"I mean, if it's not enough I still have you." She had no real preference for food, but meat was easily one of the best tasting given preparations. You couldn't make a meal out of cake. Well, you could, but it wouldn't make much a meal. Given her own abilities, it didn't even need to be edible, for her to consume it. Small things preformed at home to minimize her waste. It had also become a great way to dispose of other sensitive materials. But with the preparations of the steaks, perhaps she was expecting company, that or she was preparing a meal for herself, and Kasey just happened to be there. With the directions, she fetched the meat and brought it out to the table.

Her fingers dancing around the counter as she thought of the many ways to cook. With the stove filled with the cake, it left pans and other means. A skillet perhaps, or maybe another thing. It wasn't like she really knew her way around a kitchen, much less someone else's. If she wanted to get a drink of water, she would still have to open every cabinet to find what she was looking for. Even then she'd have no idea what cup she was allowed to take.

"Well, I suppose we should get to it. If we finish this up, we can have a small moment while we wait." she would say, turning towards her and smiling, "That, or we can enjoy all of our little distractions." A small twist and turn, showcasing her hips as she turned around to try and find a pan to use. With a sigh, Setsuna would find where they lay and pointed with his foot, preventing much embarrassment from the girl, who didn't find the need to ask.

"Are they good to go are are more preparations needed?"