#wisteriums

❀ //   with a snap of his fingers the poppy seeds he planted several minutes ago, slowly open up and small little green stems start to grow on his command. it doesn’t take long before beautiful full grown red flowers appear. there is the turn of his head as he listens to what his visitor has to say.

“i never really had much faith in the universe’s magic.”

“is it magic? or is it just fucked up science created by men?” he sighs and turns around fully. his ‘magic’ came out of a bottle, or so he’s been told. he is happy with his abilities, it makes his current work a hundred times better. but this was not what he was created for. and he knew that. “what are you, exactly?”

  ❀ //       THE rain ticked on the windows of the Green Heart as rye and ahreum sat in the shop. it’s almost closing time, but with this heavy weather rye was sure no one would show up. the florist stood up from his place and walked to the mini kitchen, 

“do you want something to drink? water? tea? or maybe coffee, is that something you drink?” he thinks for a moment, “do you even need to drink anything?” you know, to stay alive and all... is what he wants to say but doesn’t.

        There’s the long stare at the woman, the stranger, and the linger of that gaze of hers. It felt old, and for that Amelie figures that this is just one of those instances where the person just looked old souled. But regardless. The words are slipping out of Melie’s mouth on the pure impulse, “I don’t like you.”

          “Had I not known any better I would suggest that you.. are looking for something. You’re looking a bit lost.”

A doe with eyes so pure walks slow A wolf in sheep’s white to and fro With trembling sins at hand quite rank Beware skin pale, a soul so blank

Fear not her gaze, but one’s intent The cursed woman’s mad descent With howling jaw already frank Beware skin pale, a soul so blank

Oh... monsters do uphold the tale! Peer deep beyond this hazel veil With pinking cheeks and blood yet drank Beware skin pale, a soul so blank

Dare I say no to her advance? Come close, my deer dear, let us two dance With hidden book, in chair, she sank Beware skin pale, no soul s——