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[blcckbirds-blog]

For @devoraticn.

“They say geraniums stand to signify folly.” Both hands held behind his back, his gaze was set not on the other, but on the bright pink and orange drops among the near overwhelming greenery. There had been no prior discussion, no indication that he were even in the room the second before he spoke; as though appearing out of thin air which, for those who knew him (like the man standing a mere few steps away) really did not sound as dubious as it might. A frown crossed his face, even if for but a brief second - not entirely that of bafflement, but... of amusement, perhaps, and humility; that of one knowing they failed to see the bigger picture. “Then again, they say red roses signify mourning as much as they do love.”

With that funny little smirk that somehow seemed mischievous and honest all at once, he finally turned his gaze to the other; big, eyes as round and dark as bottomless wells like, at the same time, posing no threat. “Funny how much weight and meaning can be poured into things as trivial as the reproductive organs of plants.”

[merccnary-blog]

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[saliida-blog]

@devoraticn​

Aside from their dealer making a pick up, Chef seldom ever has visitors. And they’d be lying if they said they didn’t prefer it that way - isolation is safe. Isolation is their lifeline.

When they hear harsh knocking against the back entrance, the lab’s only functional door, panic surges through them in one, horrible motion. Their guy isn’t supposed to be here until later this week, and from how loud the knocking is, only the worst of thoughts occupy Chef’s mind. Scrambling to get a tight grip on their gun, Chef moves carefully towards the back end of the lab, a hundred different escape plans unfolding as they step over holes in the old flooring.

Every nerve on edge, and with every intention to shoot whatever law or drug enforcement officer might be standing on the other side, Chef slowly eases the door open. When it’s Dag standing in front of them, a sigh of relief escapes them before they can stop it. They don’t know how exactly they feel about him yet, but he’s not about to shove them into the back of a van, so those feelings are already more positive than what they were seconds before.

“------jesus, man---thought--” Chef can barely think, let alone talk, over the continued thudding of their heart. “-----.....thought you was gonna be somethin’ else.”

After an awkward pause, they stand aside just enough to imply he’s welcome to enter.

“-----got some leftovers from the last batch i made if you....wanna come in.”

[sylphboned-a]

    that night  ,  connie took to herself with a book on the couch.    sleep wasn’t in order which meant wondering eyes.    outside of the huge windows in the living room  ,  she saw some wondering figure.    it seemed to be normal in this neighborhood.    as a  silky  fortress dressed her porcelain skin  ,  she whisked the door open and tried to quietly call out.    ‘      is  everything  alright  ?      ‘

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[merccnary-blog]

For @devoraticn.

      Thank you for agreeing to meet. The thought crossed his mind for but a brief moment, though he was soon to dismiss it. No pleasantries required here. He could be straightforward with this particular client, which he certainly appreciated now more than ever --- his kind had become a dying one. Standing at the doorway with both hands held at the small of his back, a soldier at ease; his shoulders were not half as tense as they often seemed, cold gaze not quite intentionally distant as much as… merely present. A man comfortable and appreciative of his own privacy, knowing it will not be challenged as it so often was.

      ”Word of your misfortune was regrettable.”