#hiracith

[therapcn]

@hiracith liked for a starter !!

      ⊰ | ♛ | ⊱ — ❝  I regret to inform you that I’ve gotten no better at making flower crowns.  ❞  Evidently he didn’t have a knack for it. Or just didn’t spend enough time trying to. Even after she had gone to all the trouble of teaching him. 

[deadseeing]

Raine tenses when she watches the bouquet slip through her fingers. Instead of graviting taking it, it floats up toward the ceiling and the packaging unravels sprinkling the flowers downward. She feels especially bad for the florist–– Mila, that was her name. They were acquaintances and she sometimes came to her shop, sometimes went to Hanakotaba too to pick up orders. 

“...Um, and how much will all of this be?” She pauses, then frowns a bit, “I’m sorry about all of this.”

@hiracith ( sc )

[astrachase-blog]

          ・.★・.━━Bright green orbs gazed at the anatomy book before them. Such a book was wonderful research about the human body and it’s biology. Not much is known about humans on their planet; everything was too vague to gather an understanding about the strange species. There was a certain picture, a human skeleton, which had confused Pavia to a new level. Bones were not a part of their species’ biology, so they were unable to understand why humans had so many. ❝ ★ Don’t their bones get in the way? Life would be so much easier for humans if they did not have bones in their bodies. ❞

[duskfloret]

「 @hiracith / ✧ 」

「 ✧ 」 Yori had been ignoring every possibly-important event lately, and for what? He found a cat game for his phone, one where he fused cats to make new ones--and there were so many possibilities! Even worse, he was playing it in public, humming to himself as he doted on the cats. When he finally glanced up and saw a familiar face, he rushed over to show his friend. “Look, look, miss!” He held up his phone so that she could see. “Look at all my kitties! Aren’t they cute~?”

[musing-asylum]

@hiracith

Like any other student cramming for upcoming exams, Jordan was frustrated with her inability to comprehend the overly complicated instructions of a spell textbook. 

 ‘’ Damn this is bullshit….’’ She was too occupied to notice someone slipping though her barrier as her constant failure to cast a levitation spell on her bag. 

[xiracundia]

@hiracith

“Raizel,” He started, still deep in thought. Perhaps it was none of his business the pry, but if his sister was going to shut his out, he’d figure it out on his own. He might have made all the right connections but he needed to be sure of the story. “When you quit drinkin’ for your brother, what was the reason? What was going on with Claude?”

[dishonesti-blog]

@hiracith (continued)

   She’d mustered a lot of courage to stand in front of the other with the intention of telling him the truth but she was having her doubts. If only he wasn’t so kind despite her actions, maybe then being transparent would be easier. But as she stood in front of the other, she had not clue as to how he’d react to her words. Last time the subject was brought up, he was desperate to know what exactly happened. Surely that curiosity didn’t just die. But the thief had seen two sides of the man. His actions were unpredictable.

 “...It’s about that day--at the jewelry store,” She spoke carefully,   as if any mention of it might push him off the edge.   “I thought you deserved to know the truth.”

[akumafleurs-blog]

@hiracith​ ||| call

IN THE MEADOWS, FLOWERS THAT BLOOM THE TINT OF GOLD, SILVER AND HONEY. FLOURISHING IS THEIR BEAUTY! O PITIFUL THING! O WEEPING CHILD OF WEEDS! ONE FLOWER THAT BLOOMED BE BLACK LIKE CHARCOAL!!

Literature is irrelevant, she can’t be sustained by feelings that come from ink and paper. If only you could truly feel it in your flesh, against the skin, all the way to the raw bone! Only one piece of human lliterature has done such, just one. But it was the circumstances what made it possible, feelings from the past that cannot be repeated, shouldn’t be repeated. But still she cannot stop a strange sentiment poking holes at her, when her eyes recognize the book, that one book... ”Ah--I never knew how to even say that, ‘fleurs du mal’...” Her voice so flat, but the thick accent she pronounces the foreign words with, that has something almost lively.  On her lips, an amused smile, on her eyes a clouded sense of melancholy. “...it just sounds stupid. ”