Ch. 8 - Hensbane and Poppies

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"𝖬ɣ ᥣ𝗈𝗏౿ᥣɣ 𝖱౿ᑯ 𝖧ꪱᜒᑲꪱᜒડɕυડ... ᑯ𝗈 ɣ𝗈υ 𝗋౿ო౿ოᑲ౿𝗋 𝗍𝗁౿ ડυ𐓣?"

Τ⍵𝗈 ო౿𐓣 ડɑ𝗍 ɑ𝗍𝗈ρ ɑ 𝗁ꪱᜒᥣᥣ ꪱᜒ𐓣 ɑ ო𝗈𝗈𐓣ᥣꪱᜒ𝗍 ɑ𐓣ᑯ ౿ოρ𝗍ɣ 𝖿ꪱᜒ౿ᥣᑯ 𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍 ડ౿౿ო౿ᑯ 𝗍𝗈 ડ𝗍𝗋౿𝗍ɕ𝗁 𝗈𐓣 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ოꪱᜒᥣ౿ડ.
ᝪ𐓣౿ ડɑ𝗍 υρ𝗋ꪱᜒ𝗀𝗁𝗍 ɑ𐓣ᑯ ρ𝗋𝗈ρ౿𝗋, 𝗍𝗁౿ 𝗈𝗍𝗁౿𝗋 ᥣ౿ɑ𐓣౿ᑯ ᑲɑɕƙ 𝗈𐓣 𝗁ꪱᜒડ 𝗁ɑ𐓣ᑯડ ɑ𐓣ᑯ ᥣ𝗈𝗈ƙ౿ᑯ υρ ɑ𝗍 𝗍𝗁౿ ડ𝗍ɑ𝗋ડ.

"𝖨 ᑯ𝗈..."

Τ𝗁౿ ρ𝗋𝗈ρ౿𝗋 ოɑ𐓣 𐓣𝗈ᑯᑯ౿ᑯ ɑ𐓣ᑯ 𝗍υ𝗋𐓣౿ᑯ 𝗁ꪱᜒડ ડꪱᜒ𝗑-౿ɣ౿ᑯ 𝗀ɑʑ౿ 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁౿ 𝗈𝗍𝗁౿𝗋, ო౿𝗍 ⍵ꪱᜒ𝗍𝗁 ɑ ડოɑᥣᥣ ડოꪱᜒᥣ౿ 𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍 ⍵ɑડ ᥣꪱᜒƙ౿ ౿ɣ౿ ɕɑ𐓣ᑯɣ 𝗍𝗈 𝗁ꪱᜒო.

"𝖢ɑ𐓣 ɣ𝗈υ ᑯ౿ડɕ𝗋ꪱᜒᑲ౿ ꪱᜒ𝗍 𝗍𝗈 ო౿..? 𝖧𝗈⍵ ꪱᜒ𝗍 ᥣ𝗈𝗈ƙડ? 𝖧𝗈⍵ ꪱᜒ𝗍 𝖿౿౿ᥣડ?"

Τ𝗁౿ ᥣɑꪱᜒᑯ ᑲɑɕƙ ოɑ𐓣 ᥣ𝗈𝗈ƙ౿ᑯ υρ ɑ𝗍 𝗍𝗁౿ 𝗈𝗍𝗁౿𝗋 𝗁𝗈ρ౿𝖿υᥣᥣɣ, ოɑƙꪱᜒ𐓣𝗀 𝗍𝗁౿ ρ𝗋𝗈ρ౿𝗋 ოɑ𐓣'ડ 𝗁౿ɑ𝗋𝗍 ɑɕ𝗁౿ ɑડ ɑ ρ𝗋𝗈ოꪱᜒડ౿ 𝗋ɑ𐓣𝗀 ꪱᜒ𐓣 𝗍𝗁౿ ᑲɑɕƙ 𝗈𝖿 𝗁ꪱᜒડ ოꪱᜒ𐓣ᑯ.

"𝖨 ɕɑ𐓣𐓣𝗈𝗍..."

Τ𝗁౿ ρ𝗋𝗈ρ౿𝗋 ოɑ𐓣'ડ ౿ɣ౿ડ ડɑᑯᑯ౿𐓣౿ᑯ ɑ𐓣ᑯ 𝗁౿ ᥣ𝗈𝗈ƙ౿ᑯ ɑ⍵ɑɣ ɑડ ɑ 𝖿𝗋𝗈⍵𐓣 𝖿౿ᥣᥣ υρ𝗈𐓣 𝗍𝗁౿ 𝗈𝗍𝗁౿𝗋 ოɑ𐓣'ડ 𝖿ɑɕ౿.

"ᝪ𝗁.. 𝗈ƙɑɣ... 𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍'ડ ɑᥣ𝗋ꪱᜒ𝗀𝗁𝗍! 𝖬ɑɣᑲ౿ 𝖨'ᥣᥣ 𝖿ꪱᜒ𐓣ᑯ 𝗈υ𝗍 𝗈𐓣౿ ᑯɑɣ... 𝗍𝗁౿𐓣 𝖨 ɕɑ𐓣 ᑯ౿ડɕ𝗋ꪱᜒᑲ౿ ꪱᜒ𝗍 𝗍𝗈 ɣ𝗈υ!"

Τ𝗁౿ ᥣɑꪱᜒᑯ ᑲɑɕƙ ოɑ𐓣 ડɑꪱᜒᑯ ɑ𐓣ᑯ ᥣ𝗈𝗈ƙ౿ᑯ ᑲɑɕƙ υρ 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁౿ ડ𝗍ɑ𝗋ડ ⍵ꪱᜒ𝗍𝗁 ɑ ᑲ𝗋ꪱᜒ𝗀𝗁𝗍 ડოꪱᜒᥣ౿ ɑ𐓣ᑯ ɑ ᑯ౿𝗍౿𝗋ოꪱᜒ𐓣౿ᑯ 𝗀ᥣꪱᜒ𐓣𝗍 ꪱᜒ𐓣 𝗁ꪱᜒડ ౿ɣ౿ડ.

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《{Warning: cussing, death of an animal, discussion of eating people, Doma}》

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(Y/n)s eyes fluttered open and he sat up on his futon, yawning and stretching.
He stood up and slipped his (f/c) and white haori on, fitting his kimono around his chest and tying his obi around his waste.
He walked towards a door, provided by Nakime once again, and tied his sageo to his obi, securing his sheathed katana into it before opening the door.
He stepped into a forest and the door vanished, leaving him to breath in the warm and earthy smell of the night.
Only to be reminded that he wasn't alone and groaned.

"I know you're there, my Angel's Trumpet. Come on out so I can get this over with."

"Oh, but don't you enjoy my company? I even prepared you some tea to drink with your meal!"

A cheery voice called from behind (y/n), causing him to spin around in surprise.
Unfortunately, Doma's arms still managed to catch (y/n) in a tight hug and pull him close.
(Y/n) squacked and struggled to push away from him, letting out a growl.

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