#ki pulse

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT THAT, ARE YOU?" came a voice from between the trees. In the clearing, a tea service sat atop a white linen tablecloth that hung over an unseen table. The sugary-sweet perfume of tea cakes mingled with the loamy freshness of the forest that surrounded the Archival Realm, and then with the floral perfume of the Archivist herself as she stepped into the clearing.

Zora shrugs a little bit in response to William's question.

"I mean.. I see things on a regular basis. But I don't think I've been seeing anything particularly caused by the amrita, if that's what you are asking about.

zora thought for a few moments.

"i mean.. i think he was trying to teach a lecture when i met him for the first time and the students weren't really taking him all that seriously.which ... i guess sometimes happens as a college student. you get so tired, you don't even be giving a damn what the professor is saying - even if you should be noticing some very interesting things.

he's not a bad guy.. at least i don't think so from what i have understood from him.

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 | (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) | ✲・*:✲・

In possible irony, the assassin froze. Azures for once the slightest bit surprised.. subtle dismay mangled among blue furrows. Here she almost expected her own forebear to understand.

❝Is it my fault so few have earned them?❞

Well dispensed, compliments are proven to breed further talent and motive. Growth. – In gluttonous excess, however, that growth is suffocated ; The onslaught of false hope and belief of sufficiency breeds stagnation. Complacency.

Mediocrity.

And mediocrity... only gets people killed.

The blonde shifted in her heels, weight against one foot now to the next as she systematically stared. Pros and cons of the words resting on the tip of her tongue at the very least... analyzed, before cast to drip like venom. Sultry timbre softer, almost hesitant in what little admiration slipped through... yet perhaps neurotoxic nonetheless.

❝You've cyclically navigated life and death. ...Did compliments ever pull you out from the dirt?❞

Or did the severest of lessons grant him the wisdom of how to do so on his own?

@ki-pulse SAID:     "I don't know what you are, but I do know you make my fucking blood run cold."     ☆ saltburn sentence starters ☆     send FANMAIL!

          “I do?”          He tilts his head to the side, catlike. There’s a glint in his eye; he bats his lashes in a coquettish manner. With a sweet, horrible smile, he takes a cautious step forward.          “Are you flirting with me? William. You seemed so professional.”

I don’t know what you are, either. It’s been on his mind for a while. He never told anyone about what he saw. Sometimes when he says he saw something a little strange, people look at him nervously, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Looking for a reason to lock him up and pump him with antipsychotics until he’s quiet and complacent and doesn’t make a scene on set. Or kill somebody. 

So he didn’t mention it. But he’s been wondering, because the more he thinks about it, the more he’s sure that he wasn’t, in fact, hallucinating. And that makes him nervous.