Offical MakiYoru encounter... God, honestly, I think it occurred as naturally as breathing with the birth of their existence. I can't say anything, in particular, leading up to it other than the inherent balance they strike within each other as the closest in concept and blurred lines between what they represent. I do like the idea of it occurring the first time they possessed a human's flesh, though. New sensations and feelings typically abstract in their biological form that take on a more concrete form inside the mortal body. War, bewildered and somewhat disturbed to feel the warmth of the sun on their skin, the grass underneath their feet, how their sister's grazing touch raised goosebumps on this body. An indulgence of exploration, a teasing incessant - Control grew easily familiar with such form almost as if she's done this before. Maybe, maybe not - as her wandering hands drew over War's shifting muscles. Desire pooling in War's stomach. What is this feeling? Control merely laughs. She's watched humans in their natural environments to know what it means, entails. Coy, vague responses pushing War to the blood-soaked floor where remains and battle lay.

An odd feeling. But War has never felt so connected to their sister as they do when she straddles them like this, merges their bodies - as if puzzle pieces - together into a harmonious singularity. As well as a sword or shield feels in War's hands does Control melts against their flesh. They don't know how to explain it but it's almost... vulnerable. Never would they partake in this with Famine, or Death, or a footsoldier. Control, as she is, will be the first... and for a long, long time afterward, will be the last.

Meanwhile, Kigayoru starts off in something finally snapping. After a millennium of prodding from sister eldest, War indulges her. By now they're aware sex is the name of what they once did with Control, and sex is just as much a tool of power as it is a means of vulnerability. Never again. Sex with Famine is as much a battle with bow and arrow as it is her hips cracking underneath their grip to show who's the top dog between them. Of course, Famine allows every broken bone when the feeling of being so /filled/ overtakes what's hollow and void. It's awful, objectively. Pleasure isn't the focus here. Famine comes, anyway. War strangles her at some point and continues with the limp body, rolled eyes to slitting their wrist and blood drops staining her mouth afterward - Famine's return is just as orgasmic. They can do whatever they want to her and she craves more. This is love and patience and-- well, it's something. It's not the warmth of a familiar body in a shared bed once upon a time, or vulnerability forcing the possessed flesh's heart to beat against the ribcage, but it's... an act. Of love, of violence, of this or that. It'll do. Famine wins due to mediocrity. That's the best she's going to ever get.