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Susie had ordered just a few things — a salad and some fries, for starters — but she had already started a conversation with the owner before she had figured out what to order for dessert.
"So, I'm sure you get this question a lot, but why exactly is it called the Dream Djinner? You don't happen to have a wish-granting machine in the kitchen, do you?"
Which sounds like a joke, but she's being serious. In fact, it'd be worrisome if this were the case...
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"Hold it."
The man has long strides, but Aurelius has the advantage of flight. He's ahead of Juliyah in a second, half hovering off the ground as he blocks the Hunter's way.
Curiously enough, it's not actually Juliyah himself that attracts his attention.
"You met with Vanth today."
"For what purpose?"
❝ Heeey, haha! We're just… blooming with things to say, huh? ❞ Under normal circumstances, it would be much easier to sell his act of pretense, that he's smug and satisfied to see his fellow sinner afflicted as badly as he is. Yet the reality shows itself clearly in Vanth's body language. He's shaking underneath all his flowers, a persistent, terrified rustling of thorns and leaves and florets. Vanth feels cornered by this conversation, but cannot show his back and run. Juliyah has stabbed it once, and he could very well again. Because Juliyah has secrets to keep, too. ❝ But I gotta admit, you have the edge. ❞ Shut up. Please, please shut up. ❝ I bet, a- all that overgrowth is all the Hunter knowledge you've been keeping to yourself, right? ❞ He swallows roughly, hoping it'll take the spill of words with it. It doesn't, but if nothing else, at least it's a distraction from the agonizing itch of every inch of his suit of skin. Maybe they are millions and millions of tiny angry ants, at home now in all his foliage. Maybe, if Vanth doesn't speak, he'll become dirt itself, never to be human again. So out of fear, he talks. He talks, he talks, he talks. ❝ Are they, all the insides and outs they fattened you up with to exterminate things like you and me? You probably even know what's wrong with me. Do you? Like I don't know they wanna, g- get rid of me, 'cause I'm a bug that won't seem to squish like all the others like us. ❞
Vanth physically attempts to tear himself away from the other mind his mouth has and steps back, clutching the stems grasped around his throat like some hand strangling him. ❝ Forget it! Forget it, just, forget it, I'm—it's not safe, talking to you right now. ❞ @vcinglcry — a crocus among us.
In her new home, Yuki was most excited for one thing: gardening.
It wasn't as big as what her momma tended to back home, but there was still plenty of space for a lot of things. Juliyah made sure they had all the supplies they would need-- from shovels and trowels to gloves and, most importantly, seeds.
For Yuki, shovels and trowels and gloves were of no use. She had other, better plans.
"For potatoes, you gotta dig reeeeeally deep, and they gotta be far too, cus they grow out real big. That's what Gramps taught momma." Yuki says, discarding her nice dress as she turns into a wolf.
She starts digging, a lot of the dirt going flying, but she manages to keep each hole relatively aligned.
"This is my favorite part! Momma always said I dug the best holes for planting!"
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leave “ 🍵 + muses name ” , and my muse will say the “honest truth” about what they think of the muse named.
Aurelius
"Aurelius?"
"He is another who seems to be of little words. I would say I have a hard time reading him, but that would require me to have a good understanding of souls to begin with which I do not."
"However, with that being said, sharing tea with him has been nice. I do not know how often he does it with others, but the fact he is willing to do so with me even with us having little interactions together. I do.. Struggle with knowing how much it is him being polite or genuine in wanting my company though."
"...I... Do not know the nature of their relationship, him and Klaus, but they seem to know one another well? I hope everything there is going alright."
Veoc
"Veoc?"
"I am very curious to learn more about him and his time in space, if he would feel so inclined to speak more about them with me. It seems to baffle or confuse others when I speak of my home being space, but given he also has spent time there, it doesn't feel strange speaking about it to him. While before, I did not know many of the words used to describe things, I am curious to see what we may share in experiences out there now that I know more."
"..It has been some time since I have last spoken to him, I should see how he is doing."
Cecil
"Cecil?"
"I have not had many interactions with him, even if he is one of my bosses. To be honest, I was a bit surprised to find out it was him given how our first interaction went, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it?"
"He feels, or seems... Showy? No, that doesn't feel right. It's his clothing I mostly speak of. Like, he's trying to use it as a means to say a statement, even if I do not know the meaning."
Mary Sue
"Mary Sue?"
"...I will be honest, I am unsure what to make of this soul. While I am still getting used to the personalities of the various souls around me, she... I can understand not knowing things around you, from my own experience, but she feels as if she's in her own world, even if she's standing right besides me? I do not know if I will ever understand her."
Juliyah
"..Juliyah..?"
"....... I... He-" A very long pause. "I do not think there is a single thing I could ever do, to make up for what has happened to him. If.. If I had not been there... If he was not worrying about me he- I never understood, what it meant, when others would say they ask for forgiveness from another until now. Yet I do not feel I have the right to ask for such a thing."
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❛ With a face like that, I'd rather entertain the Glitched. ❜
❛ If you want a drink, they have hot water over there. ❜
Sitting in the shattered remains of a nondescript cafe, broken glass littering the floor and a couple of dead bodies at his feet, Cecil looks laughably poised as he raises a cup to his lips. Alas, it's paper instead of porcelain, and the tea he's drinking comes from a bag instead of being freshly brewed—but even aristocrats couldn't be picky in the middle of a deathpocalypse.
It's fine, he's enjoying himself. More than the guy who just came in, anyways.
❝ Hey there, Birthday Boy. ❞ Vanth's appearance behind Juliyah is as sudden as it is silent. When he turns around, he'll find him simply sitting on his couch as if he's been there all along.
❝ Heard you didn't have much of a party this year, huh... That bites. ❞ @vcinglcry — first time having cake for one?
It's evening when Juliyah returns to his home in Cotes. The night is quiet, chilly with the onset of autumn, and all is peaceful. Yet when the front door shuts behind him, it is not Juliyah who locks it but instead an intruder's hand. Click. And through the darkness, the eerie red glow of his eyes gives way to his identity. Vanth.
❝ Heeeey, Julibeans... ❞ He keeps his volume to a whisper. For all he knows, his fellow Pactbearer does not live alone, and getting anyone else involved is a needless annoyance Vanth would much rather avoid. ❝ Relax... I'm not here to kill you or anything. ❞ Yet. True to his word, there's no hostility in Vanth's body language, but there is tension—albeit frozen, as though anticipating his next move. ❝ No, instead... I think we're overdue for a chat. Don't you? ❞ @vcinglcry — hey bestie. so uh. about u killing me.
