#deathvotion.

       ◝     ⟢     ˖       with her hands digging in the soil,  eyebrows wrinkled in concentration,  cordelia worked diligently in the task of planting her last batch of basil.   she mourned it was her last,  but she hoped she would manage to snatch a branch later to plant a new pot.   she was about to finish her work when the sound of the greenhouse’s door opening drew her attention;  however,  her focus didn’t waver.   instead,  she just sighed,  bothered by the interruption.     “  i’m busy,  ”     she snapped,  her fingers carefully working the seeds,  burying them in the dirt.     “  so whatever it is,  you’ll have to wait until i’m done.  ”