#vvisteria

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[regensia]

@vvisteria​​​

     “In that case, I would recommend hawthorn. It will balance the heart – and is said to be good for the blood.”  Delicate hand gestured to the dried, small red berries, mixed with dried leaves and petals of the same name, all able to be consumed safely. Call it coincidence, call it fate, but two healers were in good fortune to have met one another. Here basking beneath a tawny sky, cast in golden rays of a setting sun and lingering lamplight, the town was quieting. It was likely that the final customer for the medicine seller would be this young woman, short and garbed in finely printed kimono of delicate details. The butterfly motif of her clothing wasn’t missed, the perfect match to the depth of soft orchid gaze. 

     Calm slate eyes had no flicker of concern at the notice of the weapon hilted upon her hip. For after all, he himself was just a simple vendor of herbal remedies and treatments – what would he have to fear? Gently did he produce a second cloth sachet from his medicine cabinet, tradition and carefulness steeped in his body language as he held back the sleeve of his own flamboyant kimono as to not disturb the products previously laid out for display. As softly did his hands handle his wares did it reflect his voice, patient and smooth, untroubled and refusing to apply pressuring tactics just for the sake of a simple sale. The herbs would speak for themselves.      “Also, this one. Tuber fleeceflower stem administers the heart meridian. It’s quite difficult to find here, but I trust you would use it correctly.” That was right. Not all customers were offered the same products, depending upon their experience levels. From the amount of conversation she had engaged in, asking precise questions and challenging the seller to produce something actually worth her time, he had understood that she truly sought change. Whether that change was simply something different or something meaningful was up to her. Ideally he would continue to pitch his products to the young woman for longer, but the sun was skimming the horizon, the streets emptying, other sellers and citizens going about their days scurrying home.

     “It seems the day has caught up to us. It would be unwise to be out after dark, ojou-san.”

[sovereignxfae]

@vvisteria​ said;

no matter how many times ōmizuao looks deep into the microscope at the hybrid cells beneath, a prolonged headache pulls her away. a gracious sample from the guest that seems to be unable to sit still at the lone tea table of the lab for long. ‘ forgive me if i’m repeating questions muzan-sama already inquired on, i’m checking all my bases now that he’s turned some of his research over to me. ’ it’s then that the petite woman joins the other at the table, taking a seat adjacent with a journal in hand before affixing slitted lilac eyes towards them. ‘ have you noticed in recent changes in your ability to walk in the sun? any improvement or worsening of sunburns? ’

Her eyes always held an intensity that made their skin crawl. Seemed to be calculating everything. From the way you breathe to the way there’s a thread coming from your shirt.

Their fidgeting ends when she asks them questions. They look down at the now cold cup of tea and swishes it as they thought. It wasn’t hard questions, just the subject were hard. They’ve just gotten used to doing the things. Mundane for them.

“No, nothing changed. I can walk around once I’m wearing sunscreen.”, they touch the now healed burn that was on their wrist because it took too long for her to apply the palm. 

“They haven’t gotten worse! Just a bit more of a nuisance since I’m trying not to give myself anymore!

[calamxty-a]

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“You know, from my perspective, I would wonder what would happen if you were to become a demon.” A cruel thing to say, knowing what Douma did, but he’s not above it.  He’s not above crushing their spirits before he destroys their bodies. To him, they’re just human. Replaceable.

His words are even, as if he’s discussing the weather, rather than being cruel. “A demon slayer turned demon--well, I already know a few of those.” Just to remind her.

[goddessofsuns]

@vvisteria liked for a starter.

The shrine goddess was currently away from her shrine. Rao taking care of things while she’s away investigating into a demon one of her children had sent word about. With their eyes on the people it was easy to get places faster.

Face hidden behind a wolfs mask and Issun keeping watch on her shoulder she watched the people in the busy town square. If her tail was out it would be wagging. Seeing the kids running around and the smiles had her heart growing warm at the thought of her own children who she misses so dearly.

A curious gaze soon settles on a peculiar woman. A slayer perhaps? Maybe she will just end up watching the demon be slain in the end. But once the eyes of the other met hers she figured different now. Especially with her now slowly approaching.

Head tilting to the side as she watched. How curious, she smells of flowers but her smile is so forced. It’s hard to see.

[lotusandlies]

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[calamxty-a]

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[calamxty-a]

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Muzan’s condition is only worsening--at this point it’s hard for him to move, hard for him to do anything other than exist, but still, he has plans to make, he has things to do.

It’s left to him and him alone.

He’s not damning anyone else to this life. 

“Doctor,” it’s rasped out between a fit of coughing--the feeling of suffocation, back again, his old, old friend.

“Is there anything you can do? At all?” 

He’ll take what he can get, even if it doesn’t extend his life. He knows the pulmonary fibrosis is lethal once his lungs are completely scarred over. This damn curse--showing different for each heir--is one that can’t be pinned down.

Some have heart problems. Some lung. Some liver. It is simply a lottery of where it will strike the next generation.

“I have come to accept my death,” a wheeze, “But must it be.. so..”

“Very painful?”