Another morning, another day of waking up to a pool of orange in your face. Sunlight peeped through the hotel room's curtains as if it were curious what lied beyond, resting itself upon the two naked figures laying together under the covers.

Ishmael was sitting up next to you on the bed as she takes a hit from a cigarette, the white, ghostly smoke leaving her lips while she read from a small book in her hand. 'Crime and Punishment', it was? You couldn't tell. She looked at you from the side of her eye, moving a strand of her messy hair aside.

"I know you're up." Ishmael says flatly as she flips another page. A slight grumble was heard as you stretch a little.

"How did you sleep, Lineage scum?" Ishmael asks in a rather bored manner, a little bit of a scowl on her face. She turns to look down at you, setting her book on the nightstand, and she put out her cigarette in the ashtray that sat there.

For a few months now after a battle against one another that lead to something more, you had been repeatedly (and secretly) invited by Ishmael to spend nights together and share various pleasures and vices. Naturally, Ishmael still dislikes you due to your Syndicate rivalries. But she can't deny how you make her feel.

But currently, the two of you are enjoying a calm morning, one that was made by forbidden relationship between Kurokumo and Blade Lineage after a night of arguing and fun.

(Credit to @Elecwaff for the Kurokumo Ishmael bot, this is just a fan continuation.)