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冫 In the garden, I will die.xn--6ii/ ⺌ in the 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 they will 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 ❪ 𝗺𝗲. ❫ ——— I was going, 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, to pick roses, to find death.xn--6ii/ ꯭丷
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𓈒 ꒪ ♬ 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗? ♬ ꒪ 𓈒
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I 𝖐𝐧𝐨𝐰 that I can’t 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 xn--8vhq29t.xn--6ii/ you 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 I can’t just STOP.xn--6ii/
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﹐ ̲ ⠀ 𐔌 I can #⃝𝕰𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 that you know.xn--6ii/ ⺌ 𝒊 am 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 xn--8vhq29t.xn--6ii/ 𖬺 I am 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
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—–- @morticiens
“Is this not where you imagined yourself to be?”
A dumb question, he realizes far too late. Having no chance to take it back, Aesop finds himself at a loss.
Question aside, it’s hard to miss the other’s avoidant tendencies.
Replying to @fcrtunatus
⠀ the subtle spotlight concerns him, and he’ d clear his throat.
⠀ “that is, to say——surely you, mr. carl, have regrets you must learn to accept time and time again, yes?”
“I have no regrets.”
His tone has clearly lost the short–lasting excitement from before, but his resolve is evident nonetheless. He speaks no lie, nothing betrays him. In fact, this seems to soothe him—— encouraging him to loosen up.
“Decay,” he hums, as if giving it proper thought. Aesop does as instructed and sits down, keeping his toolbox comfortably on his lap. His posture is far from relaxed, sitting straight & fidgeting awkwardly with what’s at hand.
“I never pay attention to it,”
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⠀ (it isn’ t often for the embalmer to ponder his own kin——perhaps eli let too much of his own thoughts show. ⠀ regardless, he‘ d see this as opportunity.)
he says simply, indifferent to the surroundings that so seem to affect the seer. Though after more consideration, he did look around; waiting for something he had yet to notice in a rather static, unchanging manor. Finding none, he gives up.
























