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FOOL’S LUCK.

PRINTED & SIGNED, TO: @xiunshi

♩ ♫♪ ♬ — ( she knows he’s there. it’s evident in the intuition that’s filled her soul since she bloomed into a woman; adopting all traits and feelings most have achieved. she doesn’t know how to feel about his presence, however. apprehensive? terrified? wary? it’s all meshed itself into the nerves in her brain that tell her heart to keep pumping; to keep pumping the blood that runs thick in her veins, pulsing louder and louder, until it gets so loud that all she can hear is her heart beating as her feet begin to pick up the pace to seek for any hint of civilization and-- she knows she’s scared. maybe it was the fact that women were taught to fear loneliness in itself, for whatever lurks within the shadows finds its chance to hunt on these poor women like how the lion hunts for the deer, only to leave these women with scars. and although she’s physically weak, she knows she’s strong mentally, having adapted to the lashes of her father’s words from long ago. thus, what it is the male may seek, she doesn’t know. but god awaits the hell of the fight that she’s ready to put up-- and she’s more than just the lost lamb. and with a hesitated exhale, she mutters her words to the shadow that’s followed her footsteps. ❝ what is it that you seek from me? ❞

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FLOWER OR SERPENT?

PRINTED AND SIGNED, FOR: @gallvntry.

// when she was young, her father would tell her to stay at home and sleep, for the night is full of serpents eager to have a taste of their secrets. however, little did she know that eventually, she’d become a serpent of her own kind. for those who yearned to poison the family’s gleaming criminal record, her father trained her to replace him at times, for the mastermind is the saviour of the family; they couldn’t be so careless to allow her father to wander so freely. of course, this was deemed to be another one of those nights. with straightened hair as sharp as knife blades and lips painted the colour of freshly harvested blood, she was prepared for her first kill of the night; a young man who requested to meet with a dear member of the nam family. it was almost questionable enough that someone would dare to ask for someone other than her father, nevertheless, what was the worst that could’ve possibly derived from a seemingly harmless meeting? if anything, she’d been trained to spite those who even tried to slice into her family secrets; fight stone with stone. she grew manipulative with time; a devil ridden with power. raising her second glass of pinot noir against her lips, she relishes the dark berry notes trickling down her throat. the expected guest was due to arrive at any moment, and she’d already grown restless. time had always been counted with money, not minutes, and every passing second she wasted alone was an extra second allowed for a worthless rat to even skim a glance at her.; those who didn’t need to be talked to were ignored.