<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>White towel > Grey jeans, loose black t-shirt<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ksenia's bedroom (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/7d/cb/787dcb1ff80a84505f0c136a0270f365.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>July 6, almost lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Decompressing.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah | Closed<hr/>Ksenia nodded slowly when Delilah gave her the unfiltered truth. It wasn't a shock by any means, and the Shadowhunter had a better sense of time and understanding than some people might give her credit for in these sensitive situations considering her own strange upbringing in the fold of both thee Shadow World and the Institute. Her lips pursed to form a terse line for a few seconds and held that pose while Delilah sighed. What was there to say? Ksenia definite had no intention of slinging an obnoxious one-liner at the mundie like 'don't worry, it gets easier' or some shit she would find on a motivational poster.<br/><br/>Visibly, she seemed to perk up when Delilah turned the conversation around to the various tattoos in shades of grey and black strewn across her visible limbs. Kay smiled slightly toothily and at once dove in with an explanation, obviously a bit excited. "This one is precision," she began to explain and offered out her hand towards Delilah to get a better look - it was on her dominant hand that wielded the flame inscribed dagger, thick inky calligraphy that curled her knuckles and jutted down her index finger. Then Ksenia's free hand travelled up her open palm, which she closed into a fist to show the back of her hand leading to her wrist. "Voyance, it helps attune our Sight to anything that's supernatural, glamours, that sort of thing. Like when you saw the vampire for what he truly was."<br/><br/>Kay circled her splayed arm to travel to another rune and began to recite them as she followed the sigils moving upward to her throat and chest."Strength, stealth, courage, invisibility, psychic link, protection..." The Shadowhunter pulled up her knee so the cap crested the edge of the bed where the chaise met the duvet. Though in her seated position with one leg crossed under her body, there was no risk of getting<em>too</em>revealing with the newbie unless Delilah was on the floor in front of her. "And there's a few more but mostly I use the ones up here. Over time some can fade so you need touch-ups, just like tattoos." Ksenia was sitting up stalk straight at this point. Suddenly, she looked past Delilah in thought for a few seconds before refocusing on her.<br/><br/>"Do you think you're up for an extended tour, or do you want to recoup here for a while?" Ksenia asked earnestly in a soft voice. Regardless of the answer that came, she pushed off from the chaise and made a bee-line to the closet opposite the bed. Nudging it open fully with her knee, then letting it shut behind her with a soft whoosh, there was a slight commotion of hangers inside as she picked out an outfit. A moment later Ksenia emerged wearing a loose fitting plain black t-shirt over a pair of grey, form fitting jeans. She tucked the front of the hem into the waist of her jeans off kilter, causing a slight tug on the soft black fabric across her chest and angling down toward the corner that was tucked. Ksenia's still damp hair had been quickly finger brushed and pulled over her right shoulder.<br/><br/>Bare feet plodded silently across the carpet back to the foot of the bed. "I could show you how some of these work," she said, shrugging her shoulders. As if a demonstration in angelic runes was the most casual thing like grabbing coffee or reading a book.