𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊

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it's okay to let yourself rest, my love. lay your head in my lap. i will take care of you. 🪽₊˚.ꪆ.

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[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

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🕊️ — https://t.co/gZsNJyL59i
› become one with nature. those who stay to listen are healed. patience is the truest form of love. 𓂃 ★

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[   𓏺𓏺♡͡ ̉᭡   𝓈𝑤ᵃ𝑛’𝑠 ⑅   ᵂ̲ᴿ̲ᴬ̲ᵀ̲ᴴ̲ @songsdweller]

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♪ ͡ໃ﹒﹕۪ 𝔟𝓁ₒᵒ𝓭 𝑎𝑚͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝓹𝑒ᵃ𝑟𝑙𝑠 ᥥ ݃ ֪֪֪ ݁
݁. ܸ꒰¦‿ 𝓪𝓼𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐚 𝓼𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ݁ ݂݂𓈒ྐ♡︎
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[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

looks very yummy!

[YEJUN ⋮ ⌗ ┆⋆˚꩜｡ @tnydancer_]

dinner time

[YEJUN ⋮ ⌗ ┆⋆˚꩜｡ @tnydancer_]

dinner time

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

“ sneak—attacks are unnecessary, you know. i will *always agree to cuddle time. ” she doesn't, actually, but she would argue that anytime she's denied cuddles has been for a super good reason!

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

he gives her no answer than a snort into her tummy.

[𑣲┆rose’s thorn. ˚.⋆ֹ @deviledcurl]

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𓏵⠀🥀⠀⠀# 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 ｡⠀
15th century vampire ⨟
ﾉ ⠀antique shop owner ｡
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[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

dramatic groan. “ warn a girl before you try to squash them to death, jeez! ” her hands find his fur as she complains, petting him gently.

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

flops his full furry body weight on @gardenspells lap.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

“ you wanna cut up the steaks? i can pick out some veggies and get started on prepping them. ”

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

“ alright, steaks it is. ” nodding, she reaches into a nearby cabinet to pull out a large cutting board. she stands to put it on the counter then moves the slab of meat on top of it, grabbing a large knife and setting it nearby.

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

things have changed during the seasons they have spent together. it was heavy, yes, but it was … loud; happy. he wasn’t alone. it doesn’t sit right with him.

“steak sounds nice,” a soft satisfied rumble as the warmth of the tea &.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

quietly as she thinks, a nonsense tune she had picked up from an advert in town. “ think we can cut the deer into some good steaks? maybe roast the veggies on the side? ”

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

that's exactly why she finds his appearance odd. christmas was tough on him, as far as she remembered— the whole season was, really. maybe things had changed.

she responds with only a shrug, crouching to dig through the crate as he

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

he pauses for a moment to inspect the mug of tea before approaching it. “it’s christmas,” he murmurs, big hands enclosing around the mug and bringing it up to his lips for a sip; the warmth eases his shoulders. “i brought deer meat &.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

speaks. the veggies still look to be in good shape; some bruised here and there, but still plenty usable. stew would be good for the heart and body, especially considering the weather, but surely raon made enough stew at home.

she hums

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

is grounding. “ here, take your tea. i can look through and figure out something to make. ” she sets the mug she'd been holding down onto the counter, sliding it closer to him.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

cooking together... they hadn't done that in far too long. zunun follows him into the kitchen with a half—hearted hum. “ yeah? all of a sudden? ”

she leans against the counter, letting the marble press into her hip. the dull pressure

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

“food,” he simply says, lugging it towards her kitchen and placing it down with another huff — crouching down to rummage through the contents. “i thought we could cook together.” ‘like before’ is left unsaid.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

she eyes the crate curiously before disappearing into the kitchen― reappearing in moments with a mug of tea, holding it with both hands as she watches him. “ what's that? you playing santa this year? ”

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

he frowns a little at the sight of the lack of festivities in her home. that’s not like her at all. “ … thanks.” he toes off his shoes by the entrance and steps inside, lugging inside a huge crate with a huff.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

“ you're here? ” not the best way to put it, but she's too shocked to filter herself properly. the door opens wider to reveal a decidedly un―festive interior and a witch who had clearly been wallowing in bed. “ come in, raon. ”

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

his shoulders jolt at the sound of her voice even though he could already hear her shuffling to approach the door. “ .. yeah. it’s me.” he’s kind of surprised that she isn’t spending christmas elsewhere.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

trudging to the door with a blanket wrapped around her frame, slippers dragging against the flooring. she pulls the door open just wide enough to peek outside; “ ..raon? ”

[✦ sheep’s clothing. ◞ @pacedstanz]

a knock on @gardenspells’ front door.

[RIVEN KANG @sunsetzionz]

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՞ foxy

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[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

she picks up her phone, slowly going through each message and returning their sentiments. small, cold, alone ⸻ her shining light subdued ⸻ she replies.

merry christmas, everyone.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

despite the lights, the decor, the cheerful messages from friends, the warm scents, the sweet foods; despite it all, this holiday season feels heavy. hollow.

like a piece is missing.

[𐔌 秀英 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ @gardenspells]

there wasn't even a fire burning for her to distract herself with, no crackling comfort to sink into.

just heavy silence.