I have no interest in your little karate war

lark LEUNG qiáng ( 梁 强 ); cobra kai-affiliated oc planted in the lake balboa neighborhood by riss. 18+ sideblog to himbohotel READ SITEMAP information before Interactions

[rkherman]

Herb Garden

[freezegirl]

quiet laughter escapes her lips. mister lark leung is such a dad. he's nothing like her father; lark is warm where evander goossens is cold and so far that has made all the difference.

"on top of your head," is all she says, clutching something to her chest as she steps into one of her favorite places, "just like last time." and the time before that.

"by the way, i don't know if you or your boys like sweets all that much but farzana and jawaharel had some mithai left over and, unfortunately, i'm not allowed to eat all of it. so i brought you guys a box and if you three aren't into sweets at all just... i don't know. pass on the gift or something."

[valleyflorist]

❛ oh? ❜ immediately, he combs fingers through his hair. ❛ oh! so they are. ❜ sheepishly, lark carefully extracts his wayward glasses from his messy updo. being blessed with perfect vision until he hit forty, it's no wonder lark has a terrible time remembering where he puts the blasted things.

things could be worse, he imagines. he could have lost them in the repotting station, and then he'd have to buy new ones because there's no way he would risk disturbing his very...unique system just to see a few feet in front of him. he slips on the pair with a few owlish blinks as his eyes adjust. ❛ well, that's one mystery solved. ❜ he accepts khione's box of sweets with a small smile. ❛ leo will love it. and probably torment his brothers in their little group chat. thank you so very much and pass my thanks onto... oh--wait, do they need to be refrigerated? ❜ he has a mini-fridge in his office, but it's over two decades old. if worst comes to pass, he can always place the desserts in his flower fridge. he gingerly turns the box in his hands.

[valleyflorist]

❛ where are--? ❜ lark begins, patting himself down--first his breast pockets, then the pockets on his worn pair of jeans. He makes a small noise of consternation. ❛ where are my glasses? ❜

the door of building bridges dings, and lark looks up, a pair of cheaters nestled firmly in his shaggy, gray-streaked hair. ❛ oh! hello, khione! just in time for the terracotta painting session. can you help me find my glasses? ❜

@freezegirl liked for a little starter

[astridcortes]

When you practice Tai Chi and everybody can feel it . Tai Chi ❤️ . Balance and softness itself . 🙏

[valleyflorist]

nobody's doing stern pretty boy disappointment (tm) like lark, tbh.

[opponentcompel]

@valleyflorist 💐

“ Take a simple request an’ hold it in the palm of your hand. Watch the vultures circle from a distance while an apex predator breaks from the herd to show its worth— ”

ㅤㅤThe mentality behind that exercise is from decades prior, and while the man’s temperament had somewhat mellowed where it counted, it’s one Terry still favours going forwards when it comes to assessing the burgeoning entourage he surrounds himself with, a selection process that pits them against one another at indeterminate intervals  (  weeding out the weak  ).  That request had been a simple bouquet of flowers a few years ago, braindead yes-men opting for higher end establishments that lacked a certain grace for the occasion in question—  But this young go-getter had an unique tenacity about her which superseded the others, an impeccable eye for detail that grasped onto the fact that this new era of the Silver Estate was to be steeped in ways of giving back to the community  (  DynaTox & its ruined reputation now dead in the water  ),  a local florist with higher yet personable standards sought out.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt did just the trick and, henceforth, the same small business is utilised whenever the man was in town, homes adorned with fresh flowers while hosted events called for more ornate arrangements, showstoppers within their own right often disregarded as background pieces by those in attendance. This occasion would most likely be no different, a comparably modest fundraiser being held for Veterans Day in Monte Sereno at a temporary apartment while in the midst of switching abodes, taking up the entire floor of a glamorously rustic building whose age exceeded anyone in attendance. The order placed by the PA is accompanied by the requisite paperwork and an advance on the payment ( an incentive )  ...with the unusual inclusion of an invitation extended to Lark without an explanation.

[valleyflorist]

he still checks behind his shoulder, especially when it gets quiet. it has become almost routine at this point. after all, it had only been three years since he uprooted his entire life and resettled to the farthest place he could find with the money he had managed to stretch.

he tends to his nursery with all the tenderness left in scarred fingers and then some. it's a meditation. it's a benediction. it's a form of penitence. the shop is in its infancy; lark pouring more money than is perhaps wise in its upkeep. but this is his new life, and every new life deserves care.

the invoice comes in on a monthly basis now. almost like clockwork. exotic blooms, overpriced because lark can as one of the few florists in the valley who can cultivate such beautiful, rare flowers. he knows nothing about his frequent customer--outside of a name on a check--and he doesn't know if he prefers that. there's something he craves in a human interaction. in a normal human interaction.

the gilded invitation catches his eye, too accustomed to being hypervigilant to not escape his notice. brow furrowed, suspicion etched in his very bones, lark gingerly opens it to find...just an invitation. A very fancy invitation to a very fancy-sounding party, but an invitation just the same. The RVSP comes with its own separate card, plain cardstock with a number penned on it. Frown between his eyebrows, lark picks up his ancient shop phone and dials, not sure just what his answer will be.

the phone rings once before someone answers, and so taken aback, lark clears his throat. ❛  ah--yes. this is building bridges. lark speaking. i am calling because i might have received something by mistake. an invitation? ❜

[valleyflorist]

Like this for a small starter

[valleyflorist]

this picture was taken in 2023

he's aging so fucking well!

[valleyflorist]

i miss this little floral pacifist badass tbh

[valleyflorist]

oddisms​: 

@valleyflorist​ continued from here-x

         A pink hue spread across the creature’s face before they itched their cheek. “Well…I just…I’ve always wanted to kiss you.” They slammed their fist in their palm, nodding. “That’s it.” Eden shrugs before blinking. “I know it was sudden but I had just been thinking yesterday, when you wouldn’t stop stressing..I kinda just wanted to..” They make a face, as if they were recalling the EXACT thought. “ Calm you down, and kiss you. I just wanted you to have a little moment to yourself..well with me…Together.” Brows furrow before she crosses her arms. “I like you a lot Lark Leung and I just wanted to show you that in a way that means a lot to me.” 

     EDEN smiles a little after the small cluster of words they just spewed had past. “ No seriously…I..I do a lot of things through touch and I..I just wanted to show you that I mean it when I say I want to be seriously with you.” They put their hands up and grin more. “You don’t have to feel that way obviously but I just wanted to make like..my shit clear. I intend to be here with you AND those boys..Whether that’s with you or… WITH YOU.” 

      “IF that’s ok with you, of course..” It’s spoken softly, hopeful but she knows not to be TOO hopeful. She is though, unwillingly, Eden is very HOPEFUL that maybe.. Just maybe the man who knew the language of flowers would understand her. She was a garden after all, wasn’t she? 

always wanted to kiss him? lark doesn’t understand why. wait---that’s not quite it. on the surface, he knows he’s attractive: he spends a lot of time to maintain his fitness level even at his age. but he’s also painfully aware of his faults: workaholic, perfectionistic, paranoid, boring---the list goes on. their first meeting wasn’t the greatest; lark immediately threw up his walls, dodging every attempt eden made to get to know him. even now, he’s taciturn, often responding to her cute texts whenever the shop isn’t too busy, awkward in the way someone not used to texting can be.

they’ve never laughed at him. or pressed him for anything, so willing to go with the flow & squeeze any quality time they could with lark. he’s had previous partners leave him for less. && that was before the kids.

he chews the inside of his cheek in thought. she had blown past his defenses as easily as breathing. instead of complaining of lark’s work ethic, she volunteers her time at the shop. she loves his boys. && all she wants is for the best for him. for them. what more could he ask for? what more questions could he possibly need answered? if he says nothing now, lark is no better than a coward.

&& he’s not a coward.

taking eden’s head within his hands, lark manages a small smile at him, the force of which crinkles his eyes.  ❛ i don’t deserve you, ❜ he begins plainly. because he doesn’t. there’s still so much he hasn’t told them; so much of his past he tries everyday to run from.  ❛ but i care a lot about you, eden. && i know my boys care about you too. i’m honored to have you with me, 心肝. ❜ && as if to seal his sincerity, lark gets on his tiptoes to plant a kiss on eden’s lips, still smiling too hard to take it any further.

[valleyflorist]

Eden plants a kiss right on Lark’s mouth but its tender!!

lark's in the middle of packing for their trip, crossing out tasks as he goes: sprinkler timers activated, keys given to the boys, deliveries canceled for the upcoming week; check, check, check, when eden approaches like a comforting shadow.

❛ hey 亲, ❜ he begins only for eden to swoop down & kiss him. so stunned is he that it takes way too long for lark to respond but boy, when he does, it's with a small, bitten-off noise and a tug of eden's hair.

lark admits he had been taking thing slowly. as a father who has never had a significant other to bring home, he's been out of the dating scene for...at least a decade. && he's a business owner. all his free time is devoted to his shop or his kids. he wasn't in the best place for any sort of relationship...at least he thought. but eden? they've been so understanding--ridiculously so. putting time & effort into seeing lark almost every day, helping out when lark was drowning during the lead up to valentine's day instead of finding someone else to spend the romantic holiday with, accepting the paltry offers of lunch dates && takeaways instead of a true romantic experience---lark feels like eden deserves more.

lark had promised that this trip will be a better reflection of him as a romantic partner, but he didn't expect that to happen so soon. when they separate, he looks up at her with raised eyebrows. ❛ where did that come from? ❜ lark asks playfully with a little smile poking at the corner of his lips. he didn't think they were at that stage--still riding the fence at defining what they are && what they could be.

[a-oddisms-deactivated20220411]

PRIVATE❖INDEPENDENT❖MUTUALS ONLY 

FANDOMLESS HORROR OC 

FREAKED BY NIKO/NOY/13 

EST. 2021 

“LET’S GET SLEAZY, SHALL WE?“ 

♡

[himbohotel]

for lark obviously ❤️ committed, romantic relationship💘 friends to lovers 🔥 unresolved sexual tension (? kinda lol) 💜 friendship (they dont have one for specific thing but, sweet loving sexual relationship fostered from being open and actively being interested in each other)

Shippy Shippy Me-me

*DIDO VOICE* I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP

idk there's something about a practical, down-to-earth florist Dad (TM)(CR) and a completely nonhuman being that works?? i cannot beliEVE. i only hope eden doesn't get bored of lark's love of simplicity; he's definitely not exciting...and this is 100% by choice, omf.

tagging the ol' side blog here @valleyflorist

[valleyflorist]

CATEL 16 FACTOR TEST

Warmth: 82%   supportive, comforting Intellect: 70% cerebral, analytical Emotional Stability: 78% level headed, calm Aggressiveness: 70% controlling, tough Liveliness: 42%  somber, restrained Dutifulness: 42% untraditional, rebellious (which I totally disagree with but whatever) Social Assertiveness: 50% Sensitivity: 50% Paranoia: 70% wary, suspicious Abstractness: 18% practical, regular Introversion: 90%  private, quiet Anxiety: 18% confident, self assured Openmindedness: 38% closeminded, set-in-ways Independence: 74%  loner, craves solitude Perfectionism: 86% orderly, thorough Tension: 34% relaxed, cool tagged by: @oddisms tagging: @therelentless, @petitebeaute, @dvarapala, @cardiomyapathy​, annnnnd viewers like you!

[valleyflorist]

remember that one doodle…welll hi 

OMGGGGGGGGG HE'S SO PRETTY OMGGGGGGGGGG I'M GONNA EXPIRE

[valleyflorist]

Lark is such a dad, though.

Because he would have been the dad who put all his sons’ A+ work on the fridge and then stored away to make room for new art work, new 100% tests, new achievements. He’d have the disposable cameras with endless pictures of his boys being champions (with only a few pictures featuring his thumb in the corner). He’ll fall asleep on any couch (more often than not with a hand down his pants). He might not be the best cook, but he can grill. He 100% rocks mom jeans and baggy button-ups (or polos!!) to hide his muscles. He still has the clay ashtray Ash made in fifth grade that is more lump than functional clay piece even though he has never smoked. Building Bridges has all sorts of pictures of him and his boys growing up---even the awkward af tween phases. The only photos he has ever taken down were Leo’s before he transitioned because seeing pictures of his old self makes Leo uncomfortable.

He also has an old wallet that has a shitton of pictures of his kids that he used to carry around, along with expired giftcards and movie stubs. He’s a sentimental sort.

[valleyflorist]

Eden runs his finger over Lark’s seconds knuckles before kissing them gently, it knows the other is tired

❛ hey, eden. ❜ lark musters up a small smile as he ladles a few platefuls of cu chao mian mrs. long had dropped over today. the small affection from the other makes his heart skip a beat, but he can't return it with an armful of reheated noodles.

he sets the pot down on the counter before leaning over to press a peck to eden's brow. ❛ dig in before leo comes home from basketball practice, ❜ lark says through a small chuckle--leo's hunger infamous even before he decided to join sports on top of his martial arts. now? no leftovers were safe from the young man's fiendish metabolism.

❛ how have you been, sweetheart? ❜ it's been...a while since their calendars have aligned && lark had become so spoiled to her daily drop-ins that the absence had been that more noticeable.