݁ ‍ ‍ 𝑳𝐲𝐱。 ‍ ⟢

⠀ cities rush and distract you while nature wanes and reveals things you would otherwise miss. one overwhelms your senses, the other restores them – therefore it should not be boring, just different. it is in nature’s stillness that life becomes visible. satisfied ? ⠀

⠀ “ you may call me Calyx. a pleasure, ” approaching her space yet keeping distance by leaning against the kitchen's doorway, he answered. he crossed his arms, composed and serene, while gazing winsomely at her movements. “ will you share yours with me ? ” ⠀

⠀ thank you, I hope you will. he appreciates his effort. ⠀

⠀ “ roses would be lovely, for their sweetness ”, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺, “ but I will take whatever you recommend. ” ⠀

⠀ they are pretty and essential. appreciate their beauty. ⠀

⠀ dried wheats and flowers where his favourite – to adorn, bathe, or to consume. he could not refuse her offer. “ if you will have me, I am delighted to oblige. ” ⠀

⠀ “ only the best prophecies from me, ” he slowly backed away with a slight bow. — that smile looks dangerous. ⠀

⠀ ̶̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶.̶ – the sight. maybe some flowers and fresh air will do you good ? ⠀

⠀ try the meadows. ⠀

⠀ he wanted to prank the other by mentioning his hellhound approaching behind her,﹙which he did not, poor cerberus﹚ — but alas, he'd like to remain whole rather than swiss cheese. “ I might have misread your threads. a sunny day awaits you with no troubles. ” ⠀

⠀ may the night hold you gently until morning finds you. — good night. ⠀

⠀ “ then you won't be surprised. say again, define ‘crash out.’ just so that I am prepared. ” ⠀

⠀ “ fate's already been decided. sounds like today’s going to be interesting. ” he answered merrily and flicked a silver coin, tumbling it across his fingers. “ relax, I only doom people on weekdays. ” ⠀