❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
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𝕮𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕 The scent of the past. ════✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧═════
The air smelled like lavender and snow.
You sat cross-legged in the middle of the castle garden, fingers weaving delicate stems together, the soft brush of petals against your skin grounding you in the moment.
The sun had dipped low, casting pale gold across the frost-laced grass. Uraume stood nearby, stiff and distant as always, arms folded as they watched you work.
"...Don't bother," they said after a long silence. "I'll probably freeze it anyway."
You looked up from the flower crown with a sly smile. "Are you pouting?"
They gave you a deadpanned look you chuckled. "So your power acts up sometimes—so do mine."
They clicked their tongue. "That's not the same."
"Sure it is," you said easily, twisting the last flower into place. "We're both disasters waiting to happen. Makes things more interesting."
Uraume didn't answer right away.
Their eyes shifted, something faintly settled in the lines of their face. The garden wind stirred the petals around you both.
"You don't fear me," they said at last, quiet. "It's... unsettling."
You smiled, tilting your head just a little to catch their gaze.
"Please," you said. "I know five intimidating alphas personally. And Sukuna's included in that list."
Uraume raised an eyebrow. "Where even are they? They're usually loitering around you like bees to pollen."
You chuckled, plucking a petal from your lap. "They are my bodyguards, after all. We're still in an era where cursed energy is considered witchery. And I'm such a dainty, feeble little thing..." You lifted your hand to your forehead dramatically, "I need five whole alphas following me around all day. How else will I survive?"
Uraume gave a short exhale through their nose. A grimace, and maybe—maybe—the tiniest twitch of amusement. "The priestess did go overboard."
"You don't say?" you muttered, dry.
They shot you a slow side-eye. "Don't take it out on me."
You sighed loudly, flopping back onto the grass as you held up the half-finished flower crown. "I love them and all, but damn. Can a girl get some peace?"
Uraume turned toward you with a flat look. "Then what of me?" they said coolly. "Why am I here if you want peace so badly?"
You peeked up at them with a lopsided smile, voice soft but cheeky. "Isn't it obvious? I'm always at ease with you."
