#Elegant orchids

[eikaebana]

Explore our collection today and discover how our artificial flowers can bring nature's finest into your life! Whether you're decorating for a special occasion or simply want to brighten up your space, Eikaebana has the perfect floral solution for you. https://cutt.ly/LeLZMaU0

[alexvandrya]

My favorite way to wear Vampire Requiem is with twintails and my bat clips 😌🙏🏻

OP- “Vampire Lament” Alice and the Pirates

Corset - Orchid Corset

Underskirt , Socks - Lady Sloth

Shoes - Demonia

[justmwahstruly]

does anyone remember odelle ehe

WELL THEY GOT A BIG REDESIGN BRACE THYSELF (or don’t)

buggy :D

I suppose I should put a bit of info about them, so below the cut! (If it works with me)

They are a writer! Which is funny, because every time you see them it’s like they’re doing everything BUT writing. But yes, they write stories. I find that they are very…. Oblivious. They miss a lot of social cues, and are kind of monotonous about a lot. But not in a Wally kind of way…? Kind of in a “Oh hey! I do that!” Compared to “oh, I do that… hehe.” (like a comparison between Julie and them. yea that makes sense I think)

they probably help Sally out with writing her plays, but Sally most definitely gets frustrated with them! They procrastinate, it’s the curse of every and any artist, every form…

(unless you aren’t like me… IM PROJECTING OK)

So! I might also add they are an orchid mantis! (similar to another persons oc I’ve seen… that’s why I changed large aspects of their design… I DIDNT KNOW SHE EXISTED WHEN I MADE THEM OK) They can kind of emote with their antennae! Very perky when excited, droopy when down, on and on! And they have pointy-ish claw like hands on their second pair of arms! (As a sort of tribute to a mantis’s usual claw thingys… they can’t write very well with sharp hands… so it couldn’t be their main pair of hands…)

Anyways! I hope you enjoy my silly!

also! @painted-night-sky this is a sort of example of a silly bug! Here ya go!

[amalthea-felsblood]

Which flower are you? ꕥ

Your Result: Orchid You are stubborn and you know it. Self aware and hard to impress, you have a close circle of friends and like it that way. You are beautifully unique, with interests that span far and wide. Likely the dark horse of the family, you've always felt misunderstood. You are a creature of habit and avoid change if possible. You are a selfless and giving lover, seeing your partner as the light of your life. Those who are lucky enough to get to know you, would do anything to keep you within their lives. You are unapologetically yourself and value others who are the same. But sometimes, you miss out on opportunities due to your stubbornness and perhaps feel like life is passing you by. Don't be afraid to step outside of your comfort zone my love, everyone you encounter there will find you just as exquisite as you always hoped to be.꧂

Thank you for sharing @thewordkeep-ffxiv ❀

@casterixe@sylaurin@captainqster@argentrenard@ubejamjar@hinganskies

https://uquiz.com/quiz/kA4IcZ/which-flower-are-you?p=349145

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Yueniang: Orchid Shadows

Designer's Reflection: Orchid Shadows

Obtained: Vol. 2 Ch. 5 workshop

Rarity: SR

Attribute: Purple/Sexy

Awakened Suit: Orchid Mark

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Best Writer

Chapter 2 - Working Plan

Chapter 3 - Ghost Market Vibes

Story - summarized

Yueniang can't think of anything to write. All he can think about is his mission to steal the painting you and Nikki have and find the Cloud Hermit. Eventually, he goes to sleep.

The next day, he goes to where the Neverfall Troupe is rehearsing their newest play. He and Nine, the apprentice, get into a squabble about who's a better playwright - when Qin Yi appears behind them.

Qin Yi is less interested in a new manuscript, and more concerned about intercepting the painting Nikki has. Yueniang assures him that he has everything planned out.

Finally, the time has come. Yueniang returns to the Ghost Market and takes his place. He has to give a convincing performance if he's going to switch the painting with a fake.

Connections

-Similar to Qin Yi's story in Blissful Cloud, Yueniang puts on a front. Both of them consider real life to be a performance, and their "scripts" are just secret plans to get what they want.

-Yueniang used to enjoy such luxuries at his family's estate. But in Smoky Shadows, he was disowned by his family and forced on the streets.

-Also in Smoky Shadows, you understand why Yueniang likes women's clothing. He was very close to his mother before she died, and he was often disregarded by the rest of his family.

-The painting Yueniang is after is from Wenren Dian, the "Cloud Hermit." Wenren is difficult to find, and only a few people are allowed to meet him - which is why the old gardener in Chapter 4 got hostile with Yueniang when he tried to climb West Mountain to find Wenren.

Fun Facts

-"Yueniang" most likely means "moon mother."

-In Chinese floriography, orchids represent beauty, as well as elegance and nobility. You can learn more here.

-Yueniang is a gender-nonconforming man.

[rosta-bouda]

Elegant black and white photo of an orchid flower Stunning details Photographs of amazing natural detail. macro photography

[periodicinspiration]

Cypripedium Acaule

Pink Lady’s Slippers Not far from the path wandered so often, a twin set of pink moccasins appeared one day, hanging delicately just within the reach of a couple of young fairy sisters. These will be perfect for the siblings who are preparing for the upcoming seasonal dance recital for the creatures of the woodland. Nervous as they may be about the performance, they will look and feel elegant in…

[tbxtra2023]

(via "Girl and Flowers Orchid" Zipper Pouch for Sale by tbxtra)

Girl and Flowers No.16 Orchid for good luck. 🌈 Please visit my Redbubble shop for more: https://www.redbubble.com/people/tbxtra/shop?asc=u

[tasview]

White Orchid

Caladenia cracens (Elegant caladenia) is a small white and dark pink spider orchid, quite common around the foothills of Mt Wellington in light bush and scrub on dry hillsides and ridges. Flowering from early-mid October through November, it has a single narrow hairy leaf and usually one flower but occasionally two. SOURCE OM1, M.ZUIKO DIGITAL ED 60mm F2.8 Macro – 1/60 sec; f/4.5; ISO…

[paulbeige]

Dallas Bathroom Powder Room Powder room - transitional medium tone wood floor powder room idea with a two-piece toilet, gray walls and a vessel sink

[dialmformaledictions]

Tropical Living Room - Living Room Inspiration for a large tropical formal and enclosed light wood floor living room remodel with white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[luvsupa]

“SHALL WE RESUME, MY LADY?”

tags: heianera!sukuna, trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, kissing, servants are bullies :(, BLOOD + KILLING, smut-ish (?), ANGST, readers called little one, my lady, my queen, sukuna lovessss reader but doesn’t wanna show it.

w.c: 1.8k

a/n:ITS BEEN LONG SINCE I WROTE PART 3 FOR SUKUNAAA, so pls read (part 1 + part 2) to understand this :p (or don’t 😔)

-part 1 was my first ever story so pls don’t mind the terrible writing 🤕

+ likes and reblogs are appreciative!!

for weeks now, since your intimate encounter with sukuna in his chambers, his words have echoed relentlessly in your mind:

“you belong to me, mind, body, and soul.”

unable to shake his haunting assertion, you find yourself lost in a fog during your duties, drawing the king’s scorn for your clumsiness—pathetic, he silently judges.

you’ve been desperately trying to avoid sukuna, feeling his ominous presence lurking near the servants’ quarters, dangerously close to your room. each night, you pretend to be asleep, hoping he won’t enter.

uraume and the other servants and concubines have noticed your distraction, their whispers and spiteful glances intensifying your growing distress.

just as you’re lost in your thoughts, walking towards the grand kitchen, you feel yourself being harshly pushed—nearly losing your balance. you turn to face the two brunettes who always accompany sukuna in his chambers.

“look at her,” one sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. “she looks even more pitiful than usual. you’d think she’d try harder, especially with tomorrow’s annual gift-giving ceremony.”

your heart drops, and you feel the blood drain from your face as the realization hits you—you had completely forgotten about it. shit.

the other brunette catches your expression and smirks, leaning closer.

“oh, you did not know?” she mocks, her eyes glinting with malicious pleasure. “did you truly forget? lost in your own little world? pathetic. do not think sukuna-sama has not noticed your incompetence. if i were you, i would be prepared to face his wrath tomorrow.”

before you can respond, the brunettes walk away, laughing cruelly amongst themselves. fear grips you as you stand there, contemplating the consequences of your forgetfulness. this time, he might seek to end my life.

sukuna spared your life once before, but now? you’ve truly done it.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

morning arrives, finding you sleepless and anxious, having spent the night wrestling with decisions on what gift would appease the king of curses. regret gnaws at you—you could have been better prepared.

if only you had listened to uraume’s instructions, you wouldn’t be scrambling now to please sukuna.

a loud groan escapes you, not just from lacking a suitable offering but from the impending threat of losing your life in front of everyone.

your thoughts shatter as your door creaks open. uraume enters, carrying a basket laden with ceremonial attire.

“sukuna-sama will return soon from his mission,” uraume states matter-of-factly, approaching your bedside and handing you the basket. your gaze fixes on the black and gold kimono. “in the meantime, prepare your gift for our king,” they remind you, prompting your heart to skip a beat. you nod gratefully as uraume exits the room.

you linger, captivated by the elegance of the wooden basket. slowly, an idea begins to take shape.

i hope this idea will work…

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you hurriedly slip into the black and gold kimono uraume handed you, the fabric draping elegantly over your curves as you smooth out its silk folds.

grabbing the basket, you rush out of your room, navigating through the crowded hallways filled with servants, concubines, and guards all preparing to present their gifts to the king.

anxiety grips you as the chatter rises, signaling the ceremony may have already begun. finally reaching the garden, you drop to your knees, swiftly gathering orchids, red camellias, and wisterias.

heart pounding, you carefully arrange the brightly coloured flowers in the basket, leaving space for more. glancing around the vast garden for inspiration, you freeze as you spot a familiar figure in the distance, surrounded by guards and soldiers.

shit.

your pulse quickens as sukuna approaches the estate. you force yourself to calm down, needing clarity to finish your task.

turning to the fruit garden, you ignore the dirt on your kimono as you hurriedly gather peaches, oranges, and pomegranates from the trees, arranging them neatly in the basket.

with your last-minute gift finally perfected, you hope he will at least appreciate the effort. as cheers and applause erupt, signaling sukuna’s arrival, you hasten back to join the line of gift-givers, heart still racing with fear.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

the ceremony unfolds in a chamber unfamiliar to you, far larger than sukuna’s usual domain, filled with hundreds and hundreds of servants seated on comfortable cushions, rows of expectant faces awaiting the ceremony’s commencement.

as you wait nervously, you glance around at the lavish offerings others have brought—paintings, gleaming gold jewelry, fine silk robes, ancient artifacts, perfumes, and oils. in contrast, your basket of fruits and flowers seems painfully simple.

whispers and snickers ripple through the crowd, directed at your low-value gift, almost insulting to the king, as the laughter grew louder and more pointed. the embarrassment increases, now overwhelming you.

“silence.”

his voice cuts through the room like thunder, instantly quieting the chatter as all heads bow. only you remain defiantly gazing at sukuna from his elevated throne. he looks magnificent, his towering frame draped in a dark cotton robe that accentuates his scarlet eyes—those unsettling eyes that draw you in despite your fear.

“do you consider yourself more worthy than others to not bow?”

his voice pierces through you, shocking you out of your thoughts. you hadn’t realized you were staring at him so openly. a nearby servant nudges your head down forcefully, a silent command to acknowledge sukuna’s authority.

uraume then signals the first row to approach sukuna with their gifts. as he settles into his throne, one of his lower eye fixates on you with a chilling intensity, reminding you of the difference of ground upon which you stand.

the two brunettes, who supposedly despised you, were the first to present their gifts. all eyes watched as they offered lavish amounts of gold and diamonds to sukuna. you couldn’t help but notice the satisfaction that spread across his face, a subtle amusement evident as he casually placed the gift with one of lower arms behind him.

they took their places on either side of his throne, making way for the next in line. as the line shortened, your turn approached rapidly.

you watched with nervous anticipation as sukuna accepted one of the servants gifts— the beautifully sculpted artifacts and golden treasures—

slash!

the servant’s head was cleanly severed, a loud thud echoing through the room. gasps filled the air as the shock spread through the assembled crowd. some of the seasoned servants were used to sukuna’s impulsive acts, but this was the first time you had witnessed such brutality. blood splattered across his face, yet he remained unfazed, awaiting the next offerings.

you covered your mouth, stifling a scream of horror. the fear of becoming the next victim intensified as you compared your gift to the high valued gift he had just received.

how could he appreciate your offering if he did not enjoy the artifacts?

you were on edge, continuously hearing numerous slash and thuds that kept racing your heart. his gaze seemed to linger on you, intensifying your dread.

unaware that it was your turn next, you suddenly found yourself on the elevated floor, your gift clearly visible to all below. laughter erupted among the watching servants, their anticipation of your downfall.

you felt all four of his eyes fixated on you, observing your trembling form, your eyes flickering nervously as you struggled to stay composed. stepping cautiously over a puddle of blood, you nervously approached his throne.

with trembling hands, you presented the basket of flowers and fruits. below, the two brunettes knelt, their mocking laughter ringing in your ears.

sukuna silently observed the basket, his large hands delicately holding the tiny fruits. he plucked out peaches, pomegranates, and oranges with two hands while the other two hands carefully examined the flowers, bringing them to his nose to inhale their earthly fragrance. then, to your surprise, sukuna’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“little one,” he said in a low velvety voice that sent shivers down your spine. “you surprise me.” 

the crowd exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of how to interpret sukuna’s unexpected reaction. the two kneeling servants looked up at sukuna in disbelief, their faces turning pale as they realized their own gifts, despite their value, had not elicited such a response.

sukuna carefully placed everything back into the basket, then lifted a ripe peach to his lips. his intense gaze locked onto yours as he took a deliberate bite, savouring the sweetness. loudly humming at the sweet taste.

unexpectedly, two of sukuna’s free hands reached out and gently grabbed your waist. you squealed in surprise at the sudden contact as sukuna swiftly spun you around, placing you on his lap with your back is against his chest. his third hand delicately tilted your chin, looking up towards him.

“‘kuna…” you began, mindlessly calling him by a forbidden nickname. but his lips cut off your words in a hungry kiss. the taste of peach lingered on his lips, blending with the sweet intensity of the moment. his kiss was fierce, brimming with a raw passion.

sukuna’s large hand snakes up to the crevice of your neck, and to your surprise, another mouth formed on his hand, trailing down to suck and kiss a sensitive spot on your neck. a soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by his kiss, and he grinned at your reaction.

the brunettes stared up at the two of you with utter jealousy, never having received such intimacy from their king. the entire room gaped in shock; they had never witnessed the king of curses succumb so readily to a mere servant.

sukuna then pulls away, leaving you dizzy from the closeness. his presence seems to envelop you, making you feel intoxicated by his mere touch. with a gentle touch, sukuna adjusts your slouched posture, his hands holding you firmly against his broad chest. leaning down, he kisses your ear softly.

“you will judge which gift is worthy,” he begins, his closeness making your head spin even more. “if anything displeases you, I will take care of it,” he murmurs, hinting at even more slashes. another hand snaking up to your neck, softly applying pressure to restore your stability.

if anything you feel a rush of arousal.

“i will obey your every command, my queen. i am yours to command,” he declares softly, causing you to whimper in response. gasps fill the room as they witness the king of curses submitting himself to you.

“shall we resume, my lady?”

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Qin Yi: Moonlit Night Orchid

Designer’s Reflection: Moonlit Night Orchid

Obtained: Designer Intel Hub

Rarity: SR

Attribute: Gold/Elegant

Awakened Suit: Frost Night Orchid

Story - transcripts from Designer’s Reflection

Chapter 1 - Cold Night

Chapter 2 - Chains

Chapter 3 - Hidden Scar

Story - summarized

New Year’s Eve. A time of celebration and family.

Except for Qin Yi. Even as a child, it was a very lonely time. While the other actors and staff got to go home, he had to stay in the cold rooms that the troupe used. But the cook, Granny Xue, would also stay, as her own son had died and she had no home to return to. On New Year’s Eve, she would make extra noodles for the boy. He would insist that he didn’t like noodles or wasn’t hungry, but he still ended up eating the freshly cooked food. They became a sort-of family for each other.

One day, after the boy moved into the Qin family, he performed for Chief Secretary Gu in his own home. The chief secretary was impressed with Yi’s performance, and he hinted that he could help Qin Yi escape the abusive troupe he was with and make him famous - if he did a favor.

Not long after, he was delegated to perform at the mansion of the new Bureau Director. Gu wanted Yi to poison him during the party.

Before that, Yi went to the kitchen and spent some time with Granny Xue. As they were about to eat, another actor passed by. He noticed the “extra” food that Yi was getting and shouted at Granny Xue about her favoritism. She defended Yi the whole time.

Finally, it was time to perform for the new director. All was going according to plan as Qin Yi smeared some poison on the extravagant teapot. Before anyone could take a sip, though, he mentioned that he smelled something wrong with the tea. The servants indeed found the poison, and the director called Yi a hero, showering him with gifts and helping him move to another troupe. Qin Yi thought he was completely safe from Gu’s wrath.

But the next day, Qin Yi made his way to the kitchen - he smelled the blood before finding Granny Xue’s body. They had killed her in retaliation.

Now, Qin Yi avoids friends, not wanting any of them to get hurt.

Connections

-This is not the first time Qin Yi has been abused by the troupe master, nor was it the last. In his Reflection for Nostalgic Dreams, he recounts the first time he ever betrayed someone just to avoid punishment. And his lifetime suit Out the Phoenix Palace explains how badly the abuse affected him to the point he was willing to burn down the stage.

-In the Miraland timeline, the poisoning happens after the events of Out the Phoenix Palace, when Qin Yi disowns his mother and runs away to make a better life for himself.

-Qin Yi’s birth name is Jade, and you see it in other Reflections as well, like Luming’s Chinese New Year story when he recounts meeting a young child named Jade and wanted to find him again. (Correction) the boy Luming talks about is Lin En, not Jade. But their stories line up, so make of that what you will. (Thanks, fukao, for pointing that out!)

-In this Reflection, Qin Yi is 16 when the poisoning happens. It was around this age that he made his way into the Qin family and took on the name Yi, which explains why Granny Xue has a hard time remembering right away.

-Whether Granny Xue was aware of the troupe leader starving the kids as punishment or if she just thought Qin Yi was just underfed, it’s true that if the troupe leader was furious with one of the actors (whether for messing up a song or for being “insubordinate”), he would lock them in a dark room for hours.

-Qin Yi’s punishment with the dark room is the exact same as Ashley’s punishment with Paisley’s family.

Fun Facts

-In Chinese culture, the dinner the family has at New Year’s is called a “reunion dinner,” and several of the dishes do, in fact, represent wealth, prosperity, or a long life. You can learn more here (just don’t read it when you’re too hungry).

-As a writer, I appreciate the storytelling devices that the game devs used for the narrative. The last chapter utilizes the Rule of Three, where three things (in this case, lines of dialogue) are similar or share the same pattern, except the third thing has a twist. Usually, it’s used for comedic effect, but it can also carry emotional poignancy. Qin Yi uses it when he says not to interact with him: “I’ll lie to you.... I won’t care.... You’ll get hurt.” No matter how aloof or mean he seems, deep down he really does care.

-Another storytelling technique that Qin Yi uses (in a lot of his Reflections) is Unreliable Narrator. In this case, every time he insists or emphasizes that he doesn’t like Granny Xue or affection or good food, that’s actually him lying to the reader. He uses this technique whenever he deals with or remembers past trauma.

[sleepyrogues]

I thought I would compile all of the floral baldurs gate designs I've done! I'm not an expert but I had a lot of fun trying to find flowers that matched the characters stories but also fit their color schemes and aesthetics.

Heres the meanings!

♡ Astarion - Roses + Star of Bethlehem (aka little Star flowers) for love, pain without repression, hope. ♡ Gale - Lavender / Purple hydrangeas for deep understanding, knowledge, compassion, devotion ♡ Karlach - Daffodil + Amaryllis for strength, determination, and new beginning's. ♡ Lae'zel - Gladiolus + Nasturtium for honor, strength, victory and passion. ♡ Minthara - Snapdragon + Rhododendron for deception, strength, protection and beliefs. ♡ Shadowheart - White lily + forget me not + night orchid for rebirth, purity, the pain of less and remembrance of loved ones. ♡ Wyll - Magnolia + Dahlia for nobility, dignity, elegance and personal strength.

[kajibunny]

⋆🌷🫧⋆｡° intrusive thoughts 💭₊˚ෆ (hayato suo x reader)

collab piece for amor's event, ORQUÍDEAS

PENSAMIENTOS INTRUSIVOS - yesterday, today, tomorrow; unwanted thoughts oftentimes linger through your mind. after rough experiences with love, he's more than ready to show you how much he loves you to make those intrusive thoughts fly away.

✿ contains: very suggestive content (towards the end), mentions of previous toxic relationships, slight angst (with comfort), f!reader, suo being a hopeless romantic (fluff) ✿ a/n: first time joining an event (so honored to join, thank you amor!) and writing a full piece dedicated for suo ♡ for my suo girlies out there, ya'll are among the sweetest and nicest people! you deserve suo's unconditional love~ ✿ wc: 1.1k

yesterday ── ✧

you've never known a guy as mature as suo. in fact, all you've ever known are rowdy immature guys who have no plans, no vision for the future, and no idea how to treat a woman right. 

however, suo is a pure contrast to all of them. at first glance, one would say he's an absolute gentleman. disciplined, extremely intelligent, perceptive, and not to mention handsome. truly the perfect package.

the only catch? he is too good to be true. suo is the most mysterious and enigmatic person you've ever met. it also didn't help that he has a reputation for being a tease and a bit of a liar. 

it's true that he has lied quite a lot, but never about his feelings for you. 

suo professed his love for you months ago, and had started courting you for quite some time now. he knew you wanted him as well, even though you refused to give in to him out of your own personal trust issues with men in the past, which made it difficult for you to believe him.

you didn't believe suo when he told you he could treat you right, like the empress that you are. 

you didn't believe suo when he said he'd give you the world, make you feel special like you deserve.  

you didn't believe suo when he said that things would be different with him. he says that he would love you with his whole heart, and take you up the staircase to adulthood, whatever that meant.

"prove it to me." you challenged, with no expectations in your thoughts, as flowery words only meant so little to you. 

his reply was steady, full of confidence. 

"of course, darling. for you, i'll do whatever it takes." 

he calls you his 'darling' like he means it, and looks at you like you were the most precious rare jewel in the world.

suo’s words were promising, but you knew better than to fall for mere promises. you had been let down one too many times before. if he wanted your trust, he would have to earn it.

actions spoke louder than words, so he would have to find a way to convince you. you've been through so much heartbreak and toxicity that you just found yourself so hesitant to let anyone else in. 

today ── ✧

they definitely didn't call suo a "master of negotiation" for nothing. 

he showed up to your home with a large bouquet of flowers, a mix of reds and purples, which perfectly complemented his burgundy toned hair.

"what's this for?" you ask, perplexed at him suddenly gifting you with such an eloquent set of flowers. they seemed like they cost a fortune too. the bouquet was wrapped in embossed paper and high quality silk ribbons, because suo wanted only the best for you.

"these orchids are a symbol of your elegance and beauty, these roses are a symbol of my passion and desire for you, and the heliotropes represent my everlasting devotion." suo explains, handing the flowers over to you.

he is obviously well-versed in flower language. could this man be any more perfect? 

a mixture of wonder and disbelief were reflected in your eyes. "for me?" you admire each beautiful fresh flower, softly running your fingertips through the petals. 

none of your past lovers had ever gotten you flowers before, and one of them even once forgot your birthday. so this was something totally new to you. 

"you told me to convince you, so here i am, trying to convince you." he smiled, his charming, captivating, signature suo smile. 

you blush at his gesture. "thank you suo, you really didn't have to, but that's very thoughtful of you." 

"do i get a kiss as a token of gratitude?" suo asks, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leans in slightly.

you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "don’t push it, hayato." you reply.

suo’s eyes widen slightly, taken aback not only by the way you casually used his first name but also by the unexpected moment when you tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

maybe suo really is a better negotiator than you thought. well, he certainly had his way of convincing you, that's for sure. 

tomorrow ── ✧

you weren't certain when you started to notice it, but the pain of heartache that had once felt so overwhelming now seemed like a fading shadow. gradually replaced by a quiet sense of peace, as if your heart was finally learning to heal and make room for something new, something better.

something like hayato suo. 

both of you were definitely ready to take the next step, imagining a future together. (maybe this was what he meant by the 'staircase to adulthood' that he kept talking about so much.)

he cherished you dearly, his kisses always so soft and gentle. he held you with tender fingers, like you were fine china. night after night, he lapped at you hungrily, like you were the sweetest tea he'd ever drank. in suo's bed the both of you lay, him basking in your beautiful afterglow. 

"you're so cute." he said, stroking your hair. "but you know what would make you even cuter? if i kiss you right now." 

"is kissing all you ever think about, hayato?" you sigh.

suo shrugs. "ever since i fell in love with you, yes, i believe it's all i ever think about."

"how did you end up falling for me, hm?" you nuzzle against his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.

"i'm not sure, either. maybe you put some type of love potion in my tea?" he replies to you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers with his. 

"stop, i did not, that seems more like something you would do, hayato!" you giggle, playfully giving him a light shove on the shoulder. 

he chuckles in response and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "the ancient spirit in my eye says we should kiss now."

curious, you tilted your head and ask, "did it now? tell me, what's really under your eyepatch, anyway?" 

"darling, you already saw what's under my clothes and now you want to see what's under my eyepatch, too?" his gaze locks in with yours, a teasing glint present in suo's eye. 

before you could respond, he presses his lips against yours. afterwards, suo proceeded to place a kiss on your ring finger that is adorned with an antique promise ring. a matching set to his antique earrings, which he slid around your finger the moment you told him you were ready to accept his affections. 

you have suo totally and irrevocably wrapped around your finger, literally and figuratively. he has always promised himself to you since yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always.

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