Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Decoration
The mark of the curse that spiraled and twisted across his torso was more of a decoration than a marring. A shade darker than the rest of his flesh; it looked to be a subtle tattoo really, rather than proof of their ordeal. A memory burned into his very being.
Battle scarred, indeed.
Chihiro mused over the difference as she painted thin lines of purple across his skin; darkening the patterns so as to be able to follow them easier with her eyes. The loss of perfection. The gaining of something more.
"And here I thought you had painted my likeness enough times to be without need of a reference." Her dragon teased though he made no movement to remove himself from his position on the couch.
"Mmm, a younger you. I have the lines of a child memorized, but I've never painted you as a man, you know." she murmured offhandedly, more than a little distracted by her task. "You think you'd remember that this is the first time we've been reunited in eighteen years." she continued on then, bringing her paintbrush up and over one toned bicep and back around his forearm. "Why did you age when the others didn't? Do you have control over your shape; the ability to alter your image however you see fit?"
"A god may change his form and name… but a god will always be a god; he cannot make himself less than he is." And the look in his eyes told her of what he was really warning her of.
Sometimes she forgot that all Rivers flow to the Ocean, and that they were two sides of the same coin.
Note: I'm over visiting my father and have internet for a bit so I scampered to get you all an update! So I've not got more; but I've been applying for jobs down here and trying to get settled living at my sisters place. It's surprising how much I missed Texas.