#efloresce

"  𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞,  "  he  echoes  in  the  incipient  breath  of  derisive  humor,  a  laugh  half  formed.  his  teeth  bare  under  lips  curling  back  into  a  grin.  sukuna's  head  tilts  as  he  regards  her,  all  four  eyes  scraping  from  crown  to  the  grass  just  pressed  underneath  her  feet.  a  meager  thing.  it  would  take  nothing,  an  intention  given  form,  to  overtake  her.  if  only.

fate  is  an  insult,  a  balm  for  the  weak  to  justify  their  existence,  their  suffering.

his  tongue  lifts  from  its  bed  and  drags  across  the  back  of  his  lower  teeth,  skimming  his  lower  lip  with  a  thin  sheen.

      ❝       stop squirming!       ❞       a hand is placed on his jaw,   holding his head still as she attempts to put on the face mask sheet on his face.     hers is already resting against her skin,   put on the split of a second as if it's second nature   (   and it might as well be,   at this point   ).     and of course,   as his sister,   hana wouldn't let raphael out of the fun,   pulling from the package a second mask,   a matching set with colorful patterns.       ❝       come on,   the fastest you put it on the fastest you can take it off.     not before we take pictures,   though!       ❞

        ❛❛   I said                 no               Hana                ❜❜       the scientist grumbles,   putting a mighty effort into tearing himself away from her hold.   Soft and dainty as she seemed,   she would prove to have a surprising amount of strength when she puts her mind to it,   perhaps it was all those years of practically wrestling her siblings                 and now him by default.   But unlike how it is with her and Atsushi,   he never initiates fights,   the moment he's within her vicinity,   the need to start a beating possesses her like a demon   ...   he still wonders if this is ordinary sibling behavior,   but what would he know ?

   He pulls away again,   successfully freeing himself from her vice grip for a split second,   but she grabs him again,   weaseling her way through his pushing and pulling.   Another grumble,   irritation dripping from a usually gentle tone,   hadn't been enough that he lets her invade his apartment ?   She has to drag him into her beauty routine now ?        ❛❛   I don't need a mask                ❜❜       Raphael complains,   a hint of panic in his voice now as she mentions pictures,   this is a form of cruelty that needs to be studied !   After much struggle,   he manages a firm hold on her wrists,   but no matter how much he pulls she would squeeze at his face even harder.     ❛❛   This is ridiculous,   let go !   ❜❜

@efloresce // EVERYDAY HE SUFFERS

" oh ? what's wrong with me stepping out of my museum ? am i not allowed to visit you during your office hours ? " casimir chuckles, the corner of his lips curling up into a faint smirk at the obvious surprise in @efloresce eyes at the sight of him entering her office without warning. ( he knows, it's common courtesy to at least make an appointment ... but he figured that they were beyond the need for such a thing. ) it's become customary for him to visit her in that green house she enjoyed frequenting; why not her office space ?

" or are you just worried one of your beloved students may see us together and start gossip ? they are already concocting the most scandalous things .... why not let them indulge themselves ? "

/ sc.

@efloresce

come back of zarina's atrocious drawing skills 2k23. ( 6/7 )

𝐡𝐞'𝐬  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝,  or  so  it  appears.  and  it  does  ..  appear  so.  it's  almost  too  much  and  yet,  not  enough.  the  shrine,  set  somewhere  remote  ringed  by  thick  trees  and  fresh,  sharp  pine,  would  be  considered  tranquil  if  not  for  him.  sukuna,  the  centerpiece  of  the  shrine  coiled  in  chains,  iron  cuffs  clamped  over  each  wrist  and  both  ankles.  ropes  twined  with  something  sacred  constrict  him  from  limb  to  torso,  clasping  his  arms  to  his  body.  like  a  spiderweb,  the  links  lead  from  restraints  to  the  entirety  of  the  shrine,  dripping  with  talismans  in  constant  flutter-  upset  by  the  winds  of  his  malevolent  energy.  the  air  beats  with  an  unnatural  pulse,  heavy,  suffocating.