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[jeremiahofphilo]

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[jeremiahofphilo]

𝖻𝗒 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌

[jeremiahofphilo]

Hey there Sir! Welcome in. Let me know if I can help you find anything!

@different-type-of-hell

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Amelia..."

No, no, no, don't do this, don't hide from me.

Her expression and watching her hold herself is killing him. The ache in his very core grows, tearing at his throat. Now he's choking back his own emotions as something akin to anger blends with his empathy, unable to understand why she's pushing him away like this. But of course, he keeps reminding himself,

You're a stranger.

Stranger or not, he was starting to wonder if he was going to mean something to her, but a stranger it was for now. A few cutesy text conversations were't going to change that. He was still only the boy who nearly toppled over her at a random cafe.

Sighing, he draws back, pretending to adjust a few things on the shelf, shifting some plants around, using it as a distraction. "What are you looking for? I'm all yours right now. What can I get started for you?"

FUNERAL FLOWERS — ୨୧⋆ ˚ a closed starter。

It's still summer. The air hangs heavy with the weight of the season's warmth, and a quiet street languishes under the watchful gaze of the sun. The asphalt emanates heat that rises in wavering currents, distorting the distant horizon. The street, once bustling with life, now wears a solemn demeanor, its tranquility amplified by the absence of hurried footsteps and the hum of passing cars.

At the corner of this serene thoroughfare stands a flower shop, its facade weathered by time and solitude. The once vibrant hues of the storefront have faded to muted tones, as if the colors themselves have surrendered to the relentless march of days. Wooden shutters, worn and weary, cling to the windows, casting fragmented shadows upon the flower boxes that adorn the sills.

Above, the sky stretches out in a vast expanse of blue, marred only by wisps of cloud that drift aimlessly overhead.

✿: @jeremiahofphilo 𝓲. 𝙅𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙝

Amelia's steps were heavy with a burden unseen, her usually vibrant demeanor shrouded in a veil of anger and sorrow.

Recent events had left her reeling, her heart heavy with grief that threatened to consume her. Just days ago, she had lost her entire family. And as if the weight of that loss wasn't enough, she herself had narrowly escaped death when her childhood home was engulfed in flames, leaving her battered and broken in both body and spirit.

Now, as she approached the flower shop, her emotions churned within her. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, a seething undercurrent that threatened to spill over at any moment. She could have saved them–... Yet, woven amidst the anger was a thread of sadness, a deep ache that resonated within her soul and threatened to consume her whole.

With each step, memories flooded her mind – memories of happier times, of family outings and evening dinners. And now, she found herself here, on this somber evening, tasked with a duty she never thought she would have to bear – selecting flowers for their funerals.

As she pushed open the creaking door of the flower shop, the scent of blossoms filled her senses, a bittersweet reminder of the fragility of life. She moved through the dimly lit interior, her eyes scanning the array of blooms that adorned the shelves.

Amelia's hands trembled as she reached out to touch the delicate petals, her heart heavy with the weight of her loss.

[jeremiahofphilo]

He at least agreed to alternate, setting his body back in position, mirroring hers. It was at that moment he was just beginning to question if he was ready for this when he notices her mistake.

"I'm so ready!" He lies.

He was not.

The song is good but he's a few steps in and despite his normally good eye-limb coordination, and balance, and ability to adapt, no amount of training prepares you for this onslaught. Within seconds he's outnumbered, overtaken by missed step after missed step.

It doesn't stop him from trying, and laughing, mostly out of frustration. "Come on!" He calls, completely to himself. The song ends and the score is pitiful, but he remains optimistic. "Ok, ok, rematch but choose the right level, God almighty."

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

[jeremiahofphilo]

The way her gaze softens lends itself to the truth and depth of the meaning behind her words, cutting through to him like a butterknife, only in a good way.

"I'm serious, Roxie. You're...the best person I know. God, I'm so far beyond amazed and humbled with you." He wants to reciprocate with all he has. Words aren't enough.

He knows she's right, this could go in circles. Rising off her, he poked her cheek this time and moves to stretch his limbs in small relief against the soreness of sitting for too long. A quick look at the clock tells him there's plenty of time.

"I walked by a cute restaurant. I think you'd like. Plus, there's thing in the area, might be nice to walk around before or after."

"you remind me of..."

a closed rp thread with @jeremiahofphilo (because your girl is invested invested)

It doesn't take too long after the text for her to be walking up to his flower shop, already engulfed by familiar aroma of various flowers.

She almost knows it like the back of her hand, by now. The steps to the door, the simple signeage, the flowers up on display at the front that change every so often. The familiarity of it makes her smile; it's been a few days since the last time she stopped by, and she catches a particular arrangement centered around roses and azaleas.

Her eyes glint as she steps inside, and she's quick to skip over and give his back a little poke.

"Still working on that research, 'Miah?" She tilts her head, unwilling to pry, but unable to stop the curious glance she makes over his shoulder. Even the warmth of his presence is familiar enough, and she can't help but lean into it. "Flower for your thoughts?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

The gimmick is cute to him, so he can't help but break character as he smiles as her, peering over the menu. It's a decent selection but only name brand and cocktails that to him look too sugary.

"I'll have a beer." He shrugs, knowing full well the actual alcohol has little to no effect on his kind. "Now, tell me, what does my knight usually go for?"

Gently he reaches for her hand, setting it over hers on the counter, as if he thinks it'll settle her anxiety some. He doesn't let go.

You, yeah you!

You flower boy. Let's go on a date.

You teach me about flowers and I'll teach you how to make our relationship bloom.

"A date?"

Jeremiah felt his face grow warm, not accustomed to being approached so directly.

He wasn't mad about it.

"I'm... listening."

[jeremiahofphilo]

He laughs in response to her phrasing and the way she nudges his forehead, the action warm and endearing. "I thought you said you trust me, Milady."

The words continue to melt him, and all he can think of is how his heart feels truly like a pool of swirling honey, thick with love and sweetness to drown him, golden and shimmering. He did plan on spoiler her, especially with the way she was making him feel today, and the way she looked, and the things she was saying that filled his head with too many visions of future days like this.

"Ok, not my strongest moment." He says, fingers languidly settling around her as she sits up. His gaze draws serious, eying her mouth. No sooner is she just close enough, he settles a hand on her cheek, leaning and lingering but not moving in, not yet. It was nice just to feel her reaction. It was starting for him, not just heart fluttering in his chest, but it was becoming something comforting. "Mmm, I don't what it is but when you say my name like that..." He says against her lips and kisses her again- "I really feel like I'm yours," -and again. When he pulls away he looks dazed, but happy. "Does that suffice, or does my sweetheart command more of me? I'll do as she asks."

"you remind me of..."

a closed rp thread with @jeremiahofphilo (because your girl is invested invested)

It doesn't take too long after the text for her to be walking up to his flower shop, already engulfed by familiar aroma of various flowers.

She almost knows it like the back of her hand, by now. The steps to the door, the simple signeage, the flowers up on display at the front that change every so often. The familiarity of it makes her smile; it's been a few days since the last time she stopped by, and she catches a particular arrangement centered around roses and azaleas.

Her eyes glint as she steps inside, and she's quick to skip over and give his back a little poke.

"Still working on that research, 'Miah?" She tilts her head, unwilling to pry, but unable to stop the curious glance she makes over his shoulder. Even the warmth of his presence is familiar enough, and she can't help but lean into it. "Flower for your thoughts?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

"A Disney prince?" He laughs, shaking his head. "That's a new one. But, I'll take it as a compliment. I do suppose it's a bit old-fashioned"

Briefly he stops his work, heading to his back room to grab a cold water bottle then returning to hand it to her with a nod.

"You know, I understand that." He says at the profound statement, and he means it, he does, but he doesn't let his smile falter. "I'm putting in a few extra yellow roses. These just scream sour love, infidelity, and in our case loathing. The color can change the whole meaning in some cases, but so can the quantity. The more there are, the greater the feeling." He lays in a decent amount, at least within the budget, and continues arranging other brightly colored stems.

"Where did you meet this guy, if you don't mind my asking?" He's hoping to get her talking at least, to fill the time.

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[jeremiahofphilo]

The sudden intrusion of the bird crashing in front of him, startles him, although he does not jump back. These sort of 'natural' occurrences and distractions had been trained out of him years ago. He figures he's just spooked because of the environment and makes a move to step around it.

Still, the birds caw seems to be directed at him, he can't help but "Shhh!" it, drawing a finger to his lips and tightening his sword with another. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" He says, feeling a little silly to be talking to a bird,"SATAbut it's only momentarily. The metaflux is increasing, and he can almost as if a protofield forming soon. He marches a little deeper, readying himself just in case.

Jeremiah thinks he's well hidden. It's late, and he's dressed in dark colors, not because it conceals from Wanderers -they adhere to life signatures not color- but because it conceals him from humans. He isn't mindful of animals, or a watchful creature. Still he can't shake the feeling he's being followed, and he shivers, even as he bears his sword.

From the safety of its shadowed perch, a crow looms over a certain florist. It’s been watching him for the last hour, the red light of its ocular cameras dimming each time it seemed like he was about to turn around and spot it. So far, it seems to have been successful keeping hidden.

But it needs more than just footage of Jeremiah’s back. Seeing the sword was one thing, but it needed a better look. A closer look.

Perhaps a gamble was in order?

The red lights dim to nothing. Fully assuming the role of a simple, curious crow, it flies closer to him, shortening the gap from tens of meters to just a few.

[jeremiahofphilo]

(/Swivels off the stool, smiling) Well, hello, beautiful. I guess we clean up alright!

(/He grabs his keys and goes to hold the door open for her, admiring her as he does) I'll show you the new stuff in the shop since it's on the way out. I got some cute merchandise I think you'll like.

Take a guess what it is?

(/she lets out a squeal when he picks her up, hugging her arms around his neck with a soft chuckle, her eyes gazing at him.) gotta keep you on your toes! mm, let's see.

(/she leans into his chest to listen to his heart.) i'm sorry for scaring you, i just wanted surprise you, really... did you sleep okay?

*he kisses her neck where maybe he bit just a little too hard the night before* It's ok, baby. Just...still waking up. *he laughs, still groggy*

I slept great. Did you? What do you want for breakfast? I was just making coffee.

[jeremiahofphilo]

"I'm game!" He chortles in response, laying his outer jacket on top of her things, both to conceal them for safety but also because he has a feeling he won't be needing it in a minute or so.

"I saw that." He says, stepping onto the colorfully lit pad. "You did not have to swipe for me, Missy." But it's too late, so he just thanks her and turns his attention attention to the loading screen, reviewing the music.

"Oh that one's good... not that one. Maybe this one?" He commentates on a few songs, some nostalgic some new, then turns his attention to her. "What do you like? You pick"

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

[jeremiahofphilo]

He knows her face, the inflection of her voice now. Too many hundred years spent consoling her over one lost thing or another, lost friends, a wayward love. His heart beats a little louder in his chest out of empathy, wanting to draw her in his arms and soothe whatever was troubling her.

"Amelia..." He says again, pressing it a little firmly with his tone. There won't be any getting around Jeremiah, not if he could help it.

Before he could even begin, however, the door chimes again, and he blinks himself back to his work self. It's a customer to pick up an order. He struggles to maintain composure, greeting the lady by name and giving a warm smile, but quickly turns to Amelia again, reaching out to squeeze her hand, quite afraid she'll run away.

"Stay." He commands, but adds a gentle "I'll be right back," and goes to attend to his customer. He hopes he doesn't look rude to rush, but he tries, and as soon as the order is loaded and the invoice signed, he returns to her side, this time locking the door and removing his apron.

"Sorry about that." He says, but draws closer to her again. He made the mistake of appearing too close to her before, and the flinch back was a sharp reminder for him. She really had no reason to trust or confide in him. Mixed up feelings aside, he still really, really wanted nothing more than to at least be special enough for her to talk to him, although he knew it might take this distance and time. So he's cautious, and he keeps a safe distance and an even tone.

"Amelia, talk to me. It's just me... What's wrong?"

FUNERAL FLOWERS — ୨୧⋆ ˚ a closed starter。

It's still summer. The air hangs heavy with the weight of the season's warmth, and a quiet street languishes under the watchful gaze of the sun. The asphalt emanates heat that rises in wavering currents, distorting the distant horizon. The street, once bustling with life, now wears a solemn demeanor, its tranquility amplified by the absence of hurried footsteps and the hum of passing cars.

At the corner of this serene thoroughfare stands a flower shop, its facade weathered by time and solitude. The once vibrant hues of the storefront have faded to muted tones, as if the colors themselves have surrendered to the relentless march of days. Wooden shutters, worn and weary, cling to the windows, casting fragmented shadows upon the flower boxes that adorn the sills.

Above, the sky stretches out in a vast expanse of blue, marred only by wisps of cloud that drift aimlessly overhead.

✿: @jeremiahofphilo 𝓲. 𝙅𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙝

Amelia's steps were heavy with a burden unseen, her usually vibrant demeanor shrouded in a veil of anger and sorrow.

Recent events had left her reeling, her heart heavy with grief that threatened to consume her. Just days ago, she had lost her entire family. And as if the weight of that loss wasn't enough, she herself had narrowly escaped death when her childhood home was engulfed in flames, leaving her battered and broken in both body and spirit.

Now, as she approached the flower shop, her emotions churned within her. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, a seething undercurrent that threatened to spill over at any moment. She could have saved them–... Yet, woven amidst the anger was a thread of sadness, a deep ache that resonated within her soul and threatened to consume her whole.

With each step, memories flooded her mind – memories of happier times, of family outings and evening dinners. And now, she found herself here, on this somber evening, tasked with a duty she never thought she would have to bear – selecting flowers for their funerals.

As she pushed open the creaking door of the flower shop, the scent of blossoms filled her senses, a bittersweet reminder of the fragility of life. She moved through the dimly lit interior, her eyes scanning the array of blooms that adorned the shelves.

Amelia's hands trembled as she reached out to touch the delicate petals, her heart heavy with the weight of her loss.

[jeremiahofphilo]

"Hmm, but see, I thought you asked me on a date earlier? Aren't we on one? Isn't that what you said to me - you flower boy, let's go on a date?" He grinned, poking at her arm playfully as he returned to the booth.

"Selling it? That's foul." He frowned, playfully, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "You better not joke about something so precious again."

It really surprised him to see her taking the role, when deep down he himself had sworn an oath as a knight in the past. Still, he did his best to go along with her gimmick, straightening his back as he put the game on pause. "Come now, my faithful knight. Permission granted. Lead me as you will." Gingerly he took her arm, the same way he'd seen a certain friend of his take the arm of another faithful knight -a long long time ago- and he let's her take him away.

You, yeah you!

You flower boy. Let's go on a date.

You teach me about flowers and I'll teach you how to make our relationship bloom.

"A date?"

Jeremiah felt his face grow warm, not accustomed to being approached so directly.

He wasn't mad about it.

"I'm... listening."

[jeremiahofphilo]

She definitely said stuff like this. Really rotten syrupy sweet. No pretenses.

I miss her.

* i'm in the unsent project again !! tell me this isn't bella → @jeremiahofphilo

[jeremiahofphilo]

@ olyaprutskova

[jeremiahofphilo]

"What are the conversations between the admins like?"

Well, if you look just ahead, you'll see Caleb and Xavier having a rizz off (to see who can rizz the most admins), Rafayel and Tara are talking about "witchy stuff", Thomas is getting flustered by literally anything said by anyone, Jenna is truly the group mom fr fr, Greyson is killing us with their insane drawing talent, MC is taking about Taylor Swift, Jeremiah gets possessed by Astra every once in a while, Nero is just taking it all in since they just arrived, at least two of the admins are flirting at any given moment, at least two admins are doing angst at any given moment, I always wake up to chaos, I contribute to the chaos as well.

I have no idea how I got here.

Happy 1 month of me setting up this blog.