#flowcrsoul

‘  i  do not  wish to see you hold regrets  OR  carry the  heavy  weight of failures on your shoulders such as i do.   you  deserve  to be  happy.  ’

                                 HE RESISTS THE INITIAL URGE TO RETORT,  dark eyes lingering instead; the vixen spoke nothing but the truth, all while simultaneously glossing over any underlying reason. if there was one thing zhong kui had learned over the past centuries, it was to differentiate his approach accordingly.

              TRUSTING SOMEONE ELSE TO CARE for her good luck charms flowers had been a process of its own,    though absolutely necessary given the amount of duties currently piling up at  her  metaphorical  desk.  at  the  end  of  the  day,  maintaining  some  half-abandoned flower shop remained a low priority when callings of a more  ancient kind demanded her attention.   ❛  ah — ‘tis fine. decorate the window display however you like.  ❜  catching herself in disbelief at her own leniency,  ki continued sorting through their business folder with a hint of a smile.       ❛  are the ghosts still giving you a hard time?  ❜  she  would  happily  offer  to  help  with the ‘issue’ herself, but given the company euntak already kept, she concluded the girl had all the tools necessary at her disposal should she need them.

His throat is parched, his lips numb. But it’s all the better that he doesn’t feel how desperately his mouth forms words with a heedless inelegance. “Your dress is pretty,” he blurts out, and finding the compliment to be hideously lacking in any satisfactory significance or nuance, he barrels on. “The lilac color of the organza suits your complexion well, and the silk of your gowns is of the finest quality, I can see that. And tailored well.” 

There’s something ignominiously hollow about complimenting someone for their riches. Even he knows that. 

 // @flowcrsoul​