#botanicalvamp

“A-Ah y-you’re a lot...taller than most...of the vampire here.” Yukio mutters, once again having encountered one of the many vampires that seemed to attend the academy. Although none of them had been quite as large and stocky as this one, and it frightened Yukio even more than their usual cautious nature around vampires.

    Inquisitive by mind and stubborn by heart, Sophie Hatter upheld herself in taking strides wherever she felt the urge in self-discovery (or, in actuality, in avoidance of the plain life meant for the misfortunate eldest). The paths she often faced were by her lonesome, necessary for the role of a woman who scurried much from the public and excused herself purposely from any interactions that weren’t deemed necessary. Where her mind wandered to this afternoon had been beyond what she would’ve dubbed “appropriate,” but, dismissing her own duties for a short seemed beneficial in the short-run. 

     Her hands burrowed into the depths of her placid apron’s pockets, something she rarely ever took off even if she was outside of the workshop. The heiress wasn’t ever able to tailor cut work from herself -- it was practically stitched to her last name. Though, her thoughts were in wonderment for she’d taken the less traveled gravel path. While her stepmother was insistent that she orient herself towards the hotel and meeting rooms, Sophie brushed off the ‘suggestions’ to find some tranquility.

     Flora -- it just made her copper eyes widened and spark with intrigue the moment she caught sight of it. In another life, if she were not the eldest of three, Sophie dared to own a flower shop and gain happiness, one sprout at a time. While the manor back in Yorkshire had a lavish garden tended to be yours truly, it was marveling to see such a garden with flowers that she could easily name and some yet to be learned about! 

     With her hands balled into fists, hidden in the depths of her pockets, the woman glanced to and fro in her surroundings. Not a soul was currently in her presence, and, she believed she wasn’t in anyone’s presence too. A little detouring wouldn’t hurt, now, would it? However, as unladylike as it was, Sophie wouldn’t withdraw her decorum out of sheer disregard of the laws of the land. 

    “Is anyone there?” Miss Hatter initially attempted to summon out the owner of the garden as she approached the gate. Perhaps, she should’ve waited several more minutes before intruding. However, impatience flared as her brows furrowed as she only heard the replies of the birds chirping and the fresh summer wind shaking the branches. ‘I suppose not..’

     And, without a moment’s notice, the grey mouse excused herself (quite literally to the small door she opened to the back) and minded her slow pace around the garden. Her head bobbed with merriment over the matter as she murmured the names of the flowers she initially saw. But, her own bias led her gravitating towards any flora that had petals of azure or any light shade of blue. 

   “Curioser and curiouser,” the woman leaned forward with the sun baking the back of the grey dress as she reviewed a row of vegetables. While it wasn’t in her best interest, it never did hurt to investigate! 

Take that to the Sakamaki household there are no masochists here (hides Azusa)

Hard not to

Kou: Do you participate in “No Nut November”?

Yuma: Why would I participate in No Nut November? Do you?

Kou: No.

Yui: Because he ain’t got no nuts!!