AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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the silence pressing in against eardrums, paws moving over scrubby grass, head up to the sky, scars rippling down across his throat, a cigarette clenched between scarred lips, clouds of smoke following the tabby as he went along his path, a dagger attached to his hip. it was nothing serious, it never was, no. not the bodies he left behind, his children with his sister, the one he was charged to guard. shivers running the length of his body, the former mercenary shed his concerns once again with a deep inhale from his cigarette, gray-tan ticked tabby pelt blending almost too well with the terrain.
scenting a borderline would he come to a stop, upon his shoulders blooming begonia and borage, small blooms of pink camelias pushing through the clusters of other plants and flowers, gray eyes fixed off in the distance as he sat down at the border, tail swishing over his paws as he watched a bloom appear on his right foreleg, eyes blank as the tarragon bloomed into full maturity, his eyes sliding closed as he sat still and patiently for the first patrol or individual to come by, a notebook sitting beside his paws.
scenting a borderline would he come to a stop, upon his shoulders blooming begonia and borage, small blooms of pink camelias pushing through the clusters of other plants and flowers, gray eyes fixed off in the distance as he sat down at the border, tail swishing over his paws as he watched a bloom appear on his right foreleg, eyes blank as the tarragon bloomed into full maturity, his eyes sliding closed as he sat still and patiently for the first patrol or individual to come by, a notebook sitting beside his paws.
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THE FLOWER BURNS