.𖥔˚

@-stormcloaked // watch her give him the spook of his life hehe poor boy </3
            
            
            Sylvia scrunched her face as he tilted the vial to her lips. She swallowed obediently, then shattered into laughter. “The heavens have answered your prayer child” she mimicked the voice of an elderly man.. someone who could potentially sound like god “ don’t worry I wasn’t poisoned at all!” She pointed at her plate, lips tinged blue. “I just devoured an ungodly amount of blueberries before you could say anything.” Rising, she smiled at him, eyes sparkling. “Oh, and the antidote? Just daily vitamin syrup.”
            
            She let out a small laugh, hand lingering near his. “Forgive me for such an atrocious prank,” she murmured, guiding his hand to the counter. From behind her back, she revealed a tiny silver container wrapped in delicate flowers. “Hope this hand cream can make it up to you.”

// he toootally doesnt know what he did there ha
            
            aeviks   movements were paced ,  but not  rushed as to  not panic  and spill  a vial over  and create a  mess .  he nods along  to what she was  saying ,  grabbing the  antidote  .
            
            he pops  it open ,  and instead of  offering it to  her ,  two  fingers  tuck beneath  her chin , and  he brings  the antidote to  her lips  , tipping the  small vial as  she  drank it  down -  he  felt he simply had  no time for  her to  do it herself . " divines , I hope  i got it  in time . . "

@-stormcloaked 
            
            Her gaze follows him as he crosses the room, head tilting slightly, as though the movement takes effort to track. At his question, her lips press together—thoughtful. Calculating.
            “…Top shelf” she says after a beat, lifting one finger weakly in the general direction. “Brown vial. Red twine around the neck.” A pause. Then, quieter, almost sheepish:
            “Assuming I labeled it correctly this time.”
            
            She exhales, shoulders sagging now that she’s sitting, the bravado thinning.
            “…aevik,” she adds, voice softer, “that antidote takes time to kick in”
            Her eyes flick back to him, searching his face despite the haze.
            “So you should probably hurry.”

@belittlings 
            
            “Please stay. Just for a moment longer. The world feels too heavy, and its noise won’t let me breathe tonight.”

@dragoneir “Tell me I’m safe. I don’t want to be left alone in unfamiliar ground…please”

@ynfuit
            
            Her hand extended toward her, fingers brushing the air between them. “Here… hold my hand and come closer. Just… watch your step—don’t crush the glass or the herb.”

꒰ ͜͝  ◞།○ ͜͝ | ͜͝ ּ ࣪           ׄwhy would that be? I'm sure I'm fine~ really I didnt mean  too. I'm still sorry..
                    ━ ᩘ̼⌣ৡ‿◞ ྀི  ̣̣̥  ˚  
               ꒱꒱ @crims0nblack

@ynfuit
            
            “Do you want to die? That herb is deadly : one careless touch and you’d be finished. Stand still. Replacing it can come after I make sure you’re not about to kill yourself.”

@bloodshed  
            
            
            She laughed, sharp and unmistakably derisive, and lifted her hand from the counter the second  his hovered too close hating the way he closed the gap. Then she stepped back, not hurried, not hesitant, just enough to re-establish distance and deny him the thrill of it.
            
            “Don’t flatter yourself,” she said bluntly. “Poison doesn’t need to be fed.”
            Her eyes dragged over him with open disdain, as if proximity itself offended her. “It doesn’t require intimacy. Or hands. Or consent.” A shake of her head, almost disgusted. “That’s such a charmingly naive fantasy—this idea that you’d have to let someone close to kill you.”
            
            She gestured vaguely to the space between them. “This?” A humorless huff of laughter. “This is already more effort than you’d ever warrant.”
            Another step back. Firm. Final. “If poison were involved, Lucian, you wouldn’t get the satisfaction of my nearness.” Her mouth curved, thin and knowing. “You’d just stop breathing one day and never understand why.”

[ Lucian didn’t flinch. If anything, the smirk on his face deepened, turning from predatory to something almost appreciative. He leaned his torso forward just enough to bridge the air between them, yet his feet remained rooted to the floor—refusing to give her the satisfaction of another step closer. He held that precise, agonizing distance, his breath ghosting near her cheek while his eyes remained locked on hers. ] " A fair point, " [ he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous velvet. ] " A blade is honest, but poison... poison is intimate. It requires you to get close enough to feed it to me. " [ He reached out, his gloved fingers hovering just an inch from the counter where her hand rested, yet he didn't make contact. He simply occupied her space, a dark silhouette that refused to budge. ]

@bloodshed  
            
            
            Slyvia tilted her head, eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and mild disbelief. “Ohhh… the most cautious hearts, you say?” she murmured, voice soft, almost sing-song, like she were savoring the absurdity. She leaned forward just a fraction, letting her fingers twitch idly over the edge of her counter. “You’re really trying to scare me… with a blade… against an apothecary?”
            
            A small, sharp laugh slipped out, dry and teasing. “Sweetheart, you do know what you’re up against, don’t you? I mix poisons for a living. I make death flirt and dance and—” she waved her hands lazily, voice dripping with mock grandeur—“and you think stabbing me is going to get you anything worth bragging about?”

@killershades
            
            The woman laughed—a low, incredulous sound—as she crouched down, snow crunching beneath her boots. She barely spared Kaliah’s words a glance, already brushing frost from the half-buried plants with practiced fingers.
            “So much arrogance..” she said lightly, almost amused, “from someone who would be dead if I hadn’t intervened.”

“i don’t make mistakes.” kaliah’s voice lowered, her gaze narrowing as she scanned the woman. she didn’t quite look as timid as she spoke of herself to be, and she had no reason to lower her guard either. even as she took a step closer, she reached for the blade at her hip. “herbs?” she echoed. “does it look like a place that has herbs?”

@killershades “I think you’ve got the wrong person.. I’m simply an apothecary.. I was told there was rare medical herbs here, I’m not here for a fight”

@-stormcloaked
            
            Slyvia accepted the glass of water, lifting it carefully before taking a small sip. “Ah… that’s exactly what I needed,” she murmured, the corners of her mouth twitching up into a faint smile. 
            
            She set it down, then leaned toward the plate in front of her, eyes glimmering like she’d stumbled across treasure. “This… smells amazing,” she said softly, lifting her fork. Her first bite made her pause, eyes widening just slightly, and a soft hum of delight escaped her. 
            
            “It’s been… far too long since I had a meal like this,” she admitted, her tone light and genuinely pleased. She cut another bite and ate more quickly this time, savoring it as if she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment.
            Glancing up at him, she gave a small, playful shrug. “I’ll forgive you for not eating all day… though don’t expect me to share much.” Another bite, and then she looked at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “But… you did bring it to me, so I suppose you get a little credit.”
            
            She picked up her water again and took another sip, a quiet laugh escaping her. “This is… really good. Thank you, truly.”

"  oh  , i  can imagine  . i had  just   seen you  get  poisoned  / and /  retch  it  up like it  was nothing  .  i ' d  be suprised if  anything can kill you ,  now  . "   aevik  chuckles  , shaking  his  head ever so  lightly  . 
            
            he had gently  grasped her  elbow  , guiding  her to  sit  down  at a  small table  .  he had  stepped  away momentarily  , only  to come  back with  a  glass of  water  . as  well as  a brand  new plate of  food ,  free of poison , the  barmaid had  assured .
            
            he  pushes the  cup towards her ,  as he  sits  down , finally ready to  enjoy a  meal . " now  .  i  don ' t  know about you . but i  am  / starving /  and i  haven ' t  eaten  all day . "

@-stormcloaked  
            
            Slyvia giggled, a soft, fluttering sound that bounced in the room. She nodded, tilting her head in mock scandal. “How scandalous, I like that” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’d be delighted to have a /non/ poisoned dinner with a guard.”
            
            Her hand drifted, unknowingly brushing over his, fingers lightly caressing his knuckles. She paused, noting the roughness of his skin with a sudden little grin. /Hmm… could make him some hand cream… / she thought, before her eyes widened ever so slightly and she snapped her hand away, scolding herself silently.
            
            “Yes, Mister General” she teased, voice playful, giving in to his demand without a second thought. Her gaze lingered on him, half daring, half delighted, before she added with a soft laugh, “Water sounds good to me. Don’t you worry, it’s hard to kill me with poison.”

@calciferos Sylvia’s eyes traced the edges of the diner, taking it all in without really staring. The narrow space smelled faintly of soy and  herbs something comforting in its own way, but not enough to disguise the faint tang of cleaning solution. The chairs were scuffed at the legs, a muted testament to years of use, and the tables bore tiny scratches, faint as spiderwebs across their surfaces. “this place looks a little run down, I’d assume you’re renovating?”

{  aki  glanced  down  at  the  ingredients  peeking  out  of  the  bag.  the  only  sign  of  acknowledgement  he  gave  in  response  to  the  request  was  a  single  hum.  he  poured  chilled  water  into  the  glass  positioned  in  front  of  the  woman,  before  carrying  both  his  own  weight  and  the  bag’s  weight  towards  his  small  kitchen  in  the  back.  over  the  doorframe  was  a  set  of  noren  in  a  deep  shade  of  navy  that  is  borderline  grey  and  blue  than  the  latter.  }

@calciferos ::
            
            Slyvia accepted the invitation with a brief glance toward the stove, then wordlessly handed him the ingredients: a prepared chicken, a small pouch of goji berries, and a bundle of dried red dates.
            “…Healing soup” she said simply. “Low heat. Don’t rush it. If the kitchen’s still open,  I’m sure you can make it count.”

Hello. Well, i happen to be both.