"I'm sad, let's watch slimecicle as he's my comfort streamer"
"I HATE ALL OF YOU I HOPE YOU GO TO SPACE AND HELL"
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got some cologne for myself because hnngh I just love a good manly scent
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idk what y’all are doing with calendars but I tell the days of MY week by @blushingallthewayhome’s pink Wednesday posts
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fucking love sitting in the back of my car
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Not me remembering I haven't seen the bbc ghosts final christmas special yet, putting it on and I'm?? devestated???
I wasn't ready to cry like that
That was beautiful
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Diluc wouldn't call himself a specialist in anything regarding flowers. He knew the more popular legends about local species, but nothing more. He couldn't tell their effects or the correct dosage to turn a petal into deadly poison or medicine. His first trip to Sumeru was eventful, too much in fact. During one of his few moments of respite, he stumbled upon the most colorful flower he had ever seen. Blue, white and pink, putting any other to shame.
There was only one person whom came to mind. The owner of the most soothing of voices, she would patiently teach curious clients about Asters not knowing her presence alone outshone them. A plan was formed.
It wasn't usual for Diluc to appear in the city at night, but if he were to don his mask... Who would question Mondstadt's 'protector' for placing a vase of flowers on someone's balcony? He could simply claim to have caught a thief attempting to reap the local apothecary's hard work for themselves. It's a shame he wouldn't be around to see her reaction, but just knowing that it may have put a smile on her face, perhaps turned a bad day around, was enough.
She was putting her things away when a rattle outside caught her attention. At first she thought it was something on the street below, a tipsy tavern goer on their way back from a night out. She was going to ignore it, brush it off, but when a shadow moved across the window she pulled her notebook to her chest, heart skipping a beat.
Slowly, she made her way toward the wooden door. It was still locked, thankfully, so it took her a moment to open it. Seeing as her apartment was on the third floor it would have been hard for anyone to reach her. The obvious culprit was one of the city cats knocking into a pot she forgot to put back on the shelf. Scanning the balcony nothing seemed out of place - except for a vase. One she didn't put out herself.
She walked toward it, the notebook and pen in her hand finding rest on the small table by the door. With her hands free, she could inspect the vase with ease. It was light, made of lovely blown crystal that danced in the swaying lanterns. Inside were several beautiful flowers, their ombre leaves of violet and white settled so perfectly on pink tipped leaves. She'd never seen them in person, but they looked like Padisarah flowers - if that were the case, they had traveled very far to reach her.
"Where did you come from?" She asked, leaning down to sniff the floral waves flowing from the center. It was sweet, held a bit of morning dew and made her nose tickle. A curious but happy smile touched her lips, a soft laugh of disbelief following shortly after. Her thumb ran over a petal while she gazed out into the night.
In the distance, a hooded figure looked toward the balcony watching carefully how the woman carried a delicate vase of flowers into her home, singing softly as she went.
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Day 24. Escape
Even the strongest leaders need a hug sometimes.
My work for the 24th day of @wayhavenfrights and also a birthday gift from me to me🥰
I hope it's clear what I wanted to say? like sometimes it's nice to escape from reality in the arms of a loved one (but it is much better to face this reality together).
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