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"The Truth of Us"

Lawrence Oleander x GN AFAB!Reader NSF/W

TWs/Tags: Dead Dove, Blood, Wound opening(/fingering kinda), pretty tame ngl but it's Lawrence so be warned lol

Idk how I feel but I'm still gettin used to it lols writing smut is confusing

Lawrence has always been obsessed with your body- it's been clear since he took you and proceeded to fondle your spine, groping each vertebrae. He’s smitten with your heart especially, the way it pumps blood throughout you, the sounds it makes when he listens close enough. Those hands of his often press against where it would be on your chest, rambling about how desperately he wants to grab it- feel the wet organ squirm as he tears it out. You used to think he actually would, he honestly might have at the beginning- but he’s come to love you too much. The connection you two share is one he will never find again in life or death, there’s no way he can let that go just yet.

He lets out a shaky breath, tracing the pattern of a heart (the actual organ, not the cutesy shape we associate with it) with trembling fingers. “It would be so delicate.” He whispers. “I wish I could just reach into you and squeeze.” Although quiet, he no longer stutters when he speaks to you- coming to feel some confidence, considering the power he holds over you. Warmth floods your gut as he fawns, a sick lust bubbling in your soul. He’s really made you into a sick freak, hasn’t he? Anything to make life with him better, you suppose.

You let out a sigh as his hands reach to grip at your waist, rubbing the flesh between his fingers and pressing hard enough to bruise. His cheeks are a gentle shade of pink when he leans in to kiss you with chapped lips and you allow yourself to soften into it. He’s never really become good at kissing, his motions are always uncoordinated and sloppy with the occasional clashing of teeth- but that’s how you like it. The truths of his love fumble out with those kisses in which he can never bring himself to hide them, he’s so smitten that he can only meld his lips into yours like that of a schoolboy with his first partner. 

A hand reaches back up to that spot on your chest, he digs his nails into it and rubs at the marks.

“Would your heart taste sweet?” He muses, slightly breathless. “I can just imagine it- fuck I need it so bad-” A sweet whimper spills from him, his eyebrows furrowing as he imagines the taste of the wet, squishy organ on his tongue. You shiver at his words, imagining it yourself too. Although logically it isn’t possible- the idea of watching him take large bites out of your heart makes the budding arousal throb harder. The closest thing you can get right now is the awkward meshing of your tongues, you swirl them together causing drool to pool down your chins. Sticky, messy- everything Lawrence isn't but sometimes, he'll indulge with you. He just adores you so dearly in his fucked up little brain.

He pins your hands above your head (the hands you proved yourself worthy of keeping, thankfully) in a swift movement. With deeply blushed cheeks and lidded eyes he pants, chest heaving with each intake of breath. He's oh so beautiful, in all of who he is and it makes you so needy. Your legs are nudged apart with his knees so they lay gently around his waist. The aching length of his cock grinds into your core through each other's clothes and he whimpers at the contact, while you let out a breathy sigh.

“Mmph- I wish I could tear you open” He lets out a shaky sigh. “and just, lick every organ you've got.” The gory, lewd image causes his grip on you to tighten. You desperately lift your head up for another kiss, always so desperate to feel his lips on yours. He only indulges you with a peck before lifting the shirt you wear– the only clothing you really have besides underwear. Lawrence likes the vulnerability of it, but gets too flustered if you're completely nude, so it's a compromise.

As he lets go of your wrists you reach out to him, wanting him to follow suit in terms of nudity. He hesitates, he always does, still insecure in his body despite how much you love it.

“Please Law…” You whine, as sweetly as you can. “wanna see you, please?” 

He lets out an exasperated sigh, like you're a child asking for a second sweet, and lifts his shirt over his head. His skin has that slightly grey tinge, like it's had the life sapped from it (which technically it has.) and you stare at him in awe. You'll never get tired of seeing him- just as he'll never get tired of seeing you.

A hand goes to your left breast, grabbing what he can of the soft flesh and kneading it causing you to moan softly. He used to hate when you made any sound, frightened by having a partner that's responsive, but over time he's come to enjoy it. However you can't be too loud, it still irritates him- keep the volume just right and he'll be throbbing within you. “So soft…” He coos, gazing gently at you. “always so soft, squishy, fragile.” He giggles, leaning his face to yours, you feel his breath fan your lips.

“My fragile little flower, you wilt so easily don't you?” He asks with a hum, but he doesn't want an answer. He pinches the already hardened bud that is your nipple between his fingers roughly. It makes you squirm in pain, which makes him shiver in delight. The hand not in use slowly travels down your body, groping any flesh he can get his hands on. Your stomach, waist, hips- he grabs every part of you excitedly before sliding down to your panties where he feels the soaked patch you left. He groans, “Always so wet and needy.” A finger slowly begins to rub where your clit would be in little circles, and he relishes the small moans you let out. 

“You really are a flower, huh? So pretty, fragile and desperate for attention at every given moment~” He sighs wistfully, “And so dumb, no brains at all.” Although you feel ashamed, the mockery makes you throb with need. There's something about being so pathetic that you're compared to a plant that you enjoy- maybe it's the idea of needing to rely on him, forever. 

Both of his hands move to the waistband of your underwear, slowly peeling them down so he can see the way your slick leaves a little string between you and the fabric. His nails scratch you as he removes them, leaving little marks along his path. You try to cover your face out of embarrassment but a hand to your throat stops the motion.

“Don't you dare.” His voice comes out in a growl, filled with rage at the mere prospect of hiding from him. “Keep your eyes on me.” 

Without warning he's suddenly knuckles deep with two fingers in your pussy and you let out a gasp. He fingers you aggressively, nails occasionally scraping on the sensitive flesh of your inner walls. It hurts, it hurts so good. It makes you writhe and arch your back, squealing at the sensation when he curls his fingers to hit that spongy spot inside of you. 

“Law-” You gasp, words coming out between harsh breaths. “Need to- can I- please-”

He scowls, covering your mouth and quickening the pace of his fingers. “Be quiet.” 

He removes the hand and takes advantage of the space your arched back has made. He reaches around to it- the wound that encapsulates everything the two of you are. He prods at the wound on your spine, and digs his fingers into it until it splits- you scream. It hurts so fucking bad- and it makes you cum all over his fingers. The pain, the pleasure- Lawrence. It's just too much, and makes you a convulsing, trembling mess.

“You can never keep quiet can you?” He taunts, voice filled with rage which you can't tell if it's genuine or fake. “Always so loud, maybe I should cut your tongue and shut you up.” Your heart pumps with fear, but you know he'd never do it. Not now, when he's developed an affection for your voice that he didn't have before.

He withdraws his fingers from your cunt, covered with your cum and a few droplets of blood. The fingers go into his mouth and he swirls his tongue around them, savouring the taste in silence before hitching your legs onto his shoulders. The tip of his aching, leaking cock drags along your slit, coating it in the remnants of your orgasm. He moans at the sensation, prodding your clit with his tip and bucking into it slightly. You whine at the teasing, and he grips your jaw harshly. 

“Quiet.” You finally listen to him, managing to gather yourself enough to lower your sounds into near whispers. He visibly relaxes at this, smiling at your obedience. “Good, my sweet flower.”

His cock is sheathed into you with one fluid motion, pressed so deeply it nearly kisses your cervix.

“Warm- you’re always so warm-” He drawls, little bits of drool dripping from his lips. The warmth of your body has always made him break, it’s the only warm body he’s ever fucked- ever will fuck. You bite your lower lip to prevent from yelping, drawing blood which Lawrence lowers his tongue to so he can lick it up. He moans at how your blood tastes, and reaches back around to your open spinal wound to get more. You hadn't noticed due to all the sensations but there was a lot of blood- you’d be okay, but it wouldn't seem like it at a first glance. He dips his fingers into it, prodding as close to the vertebrae as he can. Your eyes water and you have to force yourself not to scream. Then bringing his fingers back to his lips. He laps at your blood like it's the sweetest treat he could ever find (It probably is.) and he lets out a languid moan as he practically fingers his own mouth.

“Fuck, I could just-” A shuddering breath, and muffled speaking. “I could just drink you dry.” He finally begins to thrust, fingers still deep in his mouth. It’s immediately fast, hard, aggressive- every strong emotion Lawrence can muster comes out when he fucks you. The confidence he’s found over time has made him a violent man to fuck, just like his violence in day to day life. Tears stream freely down your cheeks as you desperately try to keep your moans quiet, cute whines slipping out that he smiles at. You’re overstimulated, your senses are flooded and there's no escape because all there is is Lawrence. 

His dingy bed creaks with every thrust, the squeaks of the springs ringing in your ears in a way that makes you squirm. It’s an awful sound, but you'll put up with it if it means you get to see him like this. Lost in pleasure, lost in you and lapping your blood like it's a drug. Quickly another knot builds and you curl your toes in a desperate attempt to not fall apart just yet. The way you tighten around his cock makes him whine and fuck you faster, his hips stuttering as he comes closer to the edge. You want to cum with him, so you'll hold back as long as you can.

“Fuck- haah- ‘m close,” He groans, blue eyes staring deeply into your own eyes. “G-gonna cum, you’re gonna t-take it all yeah?” He begins to stutter as he gets closer, voice betraying the confidence he portrays. You nod desperately, “Yes! Please Lawrence- fuck!-” A squeal erupts from your throat as you cum, unable to hold back any longer. Although loud, he doesn't seem to mind it this time as the feeling of your orgasm sends him into his own. His body presses close against yours as he spills into you, pumping every drop of his seed as deep as he can. “T-that’s it- take it all-” Hot breath fans your face as he speaks, his eyes locked deep into yours. Blue is all you see, sinking you deep into his soul. (If he still has one.)

You both slowly relax after the post-orgasmic bliss settles. His body falls to lay on top of you, arms wrapped around you as he traces his fingers up to play with your spine once more. It’s not sexual now, instead it's like comfort to him. Feeling your flesh, your bones, the delicate curve of your spine. It hurts, but you instead focus on the comfort that is snuggling into his sweaty chest. He’ll fix you up later, give you some tea to make you relax. 

Maybe this is what you were made for.

[sweetrottenendings]

got noticed shaking and crying

I'M GLAD U LIKE IT !! dbm has infected my brain like a parasite

"Bleed Me, Need Me"

Efren Dagohoy x GN AFAB!Reader NSF/W

Tags/TWs: Dead Dove, Dubcon (Reader's into it but has Stockholm), Pet Play but only like a single nickname, Blood, Biting, Mention of ripping out flesh, idk he's just a freak

738 words

I've NEVER written smut in my whole life but I've been SOOO obsessed with this man, I love him, officially my fav character of like any murdersim (srry law bbg). Efren is from an upcoming murdersim called Death By Mixer by @t0talbra1nd3ath ! They are so talented and the demo is a great play, check it out ! Thanks for creating this lil freak I really hope I've done him justice!

First smut please don't bully me guys I tried

okok please enjoy!

The air is stolen from your lungs, blood-stained lips threaten to swallow you whole. His nails dig into your wrists, desperate to break them- there’s never enough blood when it comes to Efren. He’s always trying to take more, wanting- needing more. Pleasure floods you with every thrust, every cut, bite, whatever he does to you. He encompasses you completely just like alway and you love it, being his pet- to do with whatever he pleases. Dressing you up in cute lingerie- more frills than fabric, to which he’ll excitedly smear blood over it. He’ll never tear it off though, too obsessed with the way it clings to your form.

The wet, squelching sounds of your cunt ring loud- the pink mixture of your slick and blood creating a creamy ring around him. You’d think after all this time you’d be used to his size but no, he stretches you every time- the dull pain of it always helps build that coil in your gut. He pants hotly onto your face, eyes glazed in that violent lust which always lingers no matter the situation. 

He babbles praise as he moves a hand to dig into a particularly deep wound. He slides two fingers into it, treating it like your cunt- shallow thrusts. It almost sounds the same if you don’t focus on it, which makes you moan sweetly.

“Haaah- that’s it…” He coos, gazing at you with the closest thing to love he can muster. “Good kitty- sooo good-” He lets out a deep whine as you tighten around him at the praise. The coil in your gut grows faster the quicker he thrusts and the more he digs into your wounds. Drenched in blood, his favourite sight- it’s when you’re the most connected. He latches his lips to your neck, suckling til it turns into a rich, deep bruise. It’s one of many, something that proves you belong to him- showing how he claims you. He licks the mark before biting it, hard, digging his teeth into it like he’s going to rip out the flesh. Your back arches as you squeal, eyes watering although you can’t determine in pain or pleasure- no matter, they’re one in the same.

The hand on your wrists goes to dig into your jaw, his thumb dragging along it in a way that almost seems soft, but Efren can’t be soft- it’s just not who he is. Your gaze is sharply turned into his as he groans, then licking a long stripe up your cheek. The leftover blood on his tongue leaves that colour onto it, you whimper in the way you know he likes. He pries your mouth open and latches onto your tongue- swirling his own with yours. Saliva drips between you both in the kiss, it dribbles down your chin and onto your collarbone. You love kissing him, no matter how sloppy or painful he wants it to be. It makes you feel so close to him, not just in the physical way but in the way of your souls. Efren owns your soul completely and he will for the rest of eternity.

The kiss is what causes the coil to unravel. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes glaze over and roll back deeply into your skull- it’s a reaction you’ve carefully created with each time he’s fucked you because you know he loves it. He’s a pervert through and through- you don’t mind though, if anything you love it. Your drooling mouth screams his name as you cum, body convulsing as the white-hot pleasure wracks your form. He comes undone as well, pressing himself as deeply into your cunt as he can- stuffing you with his cum. He cums so hard that it leaks from you before he even softens, dripping onto the mattress.

You both come down from the high, catching whatever breath you have left. He pulls out slowly, moaning as he watches the concoction of fluid seep out of you- almost entranced by it for a moment before he gathers himself. He tugs you into him as he flops down, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that if you didn’t know better you’d think he’s trying to crush you to death- hell, he still might do that, you'll never really know with him. A hand roughly pats your head as he smiles at you, you smile back. 

You enjoy being his pet, sometimes.

[sweetrottenendings]

"Bleed Me, Need Me"

Efren Dagohoy x GN AFAB!Reader NSF/W

Tags/TWs: Dead Dove, Dubcon (Reader's into it but has Stockholm), Pet Play but only like a single nickname, Blood, Biting, Mention of ripping out flesh, idk he's just a freak

738 words

I've NEVER written smut in my whole life but I've been SOOO obsessed with this man, I love him, officially my fav character of like any murdersim (srry law bbg). Efren is from an upcoming murdersim called Death By Mixer by @t0talbra1nd3ath ! They are so talented and the demo is a great play, check it out ! Thanks for creating this lil freak I really hope I've done him justice!

First smut please don't bully me guys I tried

okok please enjoy!

The air is stolen from your lungs, blood-stained lips threaten to swallow you whole. His nails dig into your wrists, desperate to break them- there’s never enough blood when it comes to Efren. He’s always trying to take more, wanting- needing more. Pleasure floods you with every thrust, every cut, bite, whatever he does to you. He encompasses you completely just like always and you love it, being his pet- to do with whatever he pleases. Dressing you up in cute lingerie- more frills than fabric, to which he’ll excitedly smear blood over it. He’ll never tear it off though, too obsessed with the way it clings to your form.

The wet, squelching sounds of your cunt ring loud- the pink mixture of your slick and blood creating a creamy ring around him. You’d think after all this time you’d be used to his size but no, he stretches you every time- the dull pain of it always helps build that coil in your gut. He pants hotly onto your face, eyes glazed in that violent lust which always lingers no matter the situation. 

He babbles praise as he moves a hand to dig into a particularly deep wound. He slides two fingers into it, treating it like your cunt- shallow thrusts. It almost sounds the same if you don’t focus on it, which makes you moan sweetly.

“Haaah- that’s it…” He coos, gazing at you with the closest thing to love he can muster. “Good kitty- sooo good-” He lets out a deep whine as you tighten around him at the praise. The coil in your gut grows faster the quicker he thrusts and the more he digs into your wounds. Drenched in blood, his favourite sight- it’s when you’re the most connected. He latches his lips to your neck, suckling til it turns into a rich, deep bruise. It’s one of many, something that proves you belong to him- showing how he claims you. He licks the mark before biting it, hard, digging his teeth into it like he’s going to rip out the flesh. Your back arches as you squeal, eyes watering although you can’t determine in pain or pleasure- no matter, they’re one in the same.

The hand on your wrists goes to dig into your jaw, his thumb dragging along it in a way that almost seems soft, but Efren can’t be soft- it’s just not who he is. Your gaze is sharply turned into his as he groans, then licking a long stripe up your cheek. The leftover blood on his tongue leaves that colour onto it, you whimper in the way you know he likes. He pries your mouth open and latches onto your tongue- swirling his own with yours. Saliva drips between you both in the kiss, it dribbles down your chin and onto your collarbone. You love kissing him, no matter how sloppy or painful he wants it to be. It makes you feel so close to him, not just in the physical way but in the way of your souls. Efren owns your soul completely and he will for the rest of eternity.

The kiss is what causes the coil to unravel. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes glaze over and roll back deeply into your skull- it’s a reaction you’ve carefully created with each time he’s fucked you because you know he loves it. He’s a pervert through and through- you don’t mind though, if anything you love it. Your drooling mouth screams his name as you cum, body convulsing as the white-hot pleasure wracks your form. He comes undone as well, pressing himself as deeply into your cunt as he can- stuffing you with his cum. He cums so hard that it leaks from you before he even softens, dripping onto the mattress.

You both come down from the high, catching whatever breath you have left. He pulls out slowly, moaning as he watches the concoction of fluid seep out of you- almost entranced by it for a moment before he gathers himself. He tugs you into him as he flops down, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that if you didn’t know better you’d think he’s trying to crush you to death- hell, he still might do that, you'll never really know with him. A hand roughly pats your head as he smiles at you, you smile back. 

You enjoy being his pet, sometimes.

[sweetrottenendings]

Welcome!

Okay I figured if I'm gonna be posting a fair bit I should make one of these intro post things :3 Also I think I learnt how to do the 'below the cut' thing so I'll be using that in all my posts from now on. Including this one!

Hiii! Call me Rot, (I couldn't rlly think of an alias so it'll do) I'm a 20 year old autistic woman with morally dubious interests! My pronouns are she/her :)

I don't have too much to say, but I've wanted to make a writing blog for a while and to get back into writing. So, if you enjoy my writing then thank you<3

DNI!

MINORS!! THIS PLACE IS NOT FOR YOU

Common DNI criteria (i.e ___phobes, racists, bigots, etc), z00s, p3d0s, zionists, proshippers. I can't think of anyone else off the top of my head but if I remember any I'll edit and add to this. If this is you I can't stand you go away.

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I've done some looking at things to make my blog nicer looking and found some dividers and such to use! I just gotta figure out how to position them I guess.

These were all created by @cafekitsune ! I think I'm only meant to tag here as this will be pinned, from what I read. If I've read anything wrong I'm happy to correct it! Also, if this isn't the type of blog you are okay with using your resources I'll be happy to remove them- I spent like 2 hours trying to figure it out but I think it should be okay lol. Check out her blog when you can, there's a lot of wonderful ones to look at!

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I think that's all I need to cover for now! Thank you and welcome to anyone who stumbles across my blog<3

[sweetrottenendings]

"Plea"

Lawrence Oleander x GN!Reader

I might make a part 2 to this idk i just luv my plant wife.

SFW, one single swear word, 899 words. You wanna go on a date with Lawrence. Maybe a little OOC? Still figuring out how i wanna portray him in my writing.

Once again MDNI i promise you this fandom isn't for you.

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It’s been a long time since you’ve had fresh air- real fresh air, not just Lawrence opening the window a smidge after your pleading. Despite all the greenery littering his apartment (or- your home, the cage you’ll never leave.) it feels as if the oxygen has been sapped entirely. All that is left is the musk, the stench of rot and the way its salt infects your lungs. Is there a chemical mixture of salt and carbon dioxide? Probably, but it likely isn’t what you’re sucking in at the moment.

Sometimes however, it brings you comfort with the familiarity. Stockholm syndrome set in long ago, so long ago that you struggle to remember the moment it hit. You don’t think you’d have it any other way, you love Lawrence despite the revolting relationship that’s been curated in the space- you’re thinking about the air again.

The delicate sound of trickling water sounds out, Lawrence is watering the plants. He’s meticulous, as he is with everything he does. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed as he dictates the exact amount of water each plant requires. It’s moments like these where you get to observe him in his entirety. The way his form hunches, blonde hair that occasionally clings to his neck, bright blue eyes that used to haunt your nightmares but now soothe your dreams. If only there were a universe where you had met normally, where Lawrence wasn’t as disturbed as he is- and you could be a normal couple. One that goes on cute dates to the park, snuggles together at night when the rain gushes outside, loves each other like normal people and don’t prod at each others spinal cords-

You should stop that thought there.

A park date, you imagine that would be something he could enjoy- considering his affinity for nature. Perhaps he could even enjoy it in this universe? He loves you, he really does- in his own fucked up way. Plus you really, desperately need fresh air. You need to inhale it as hard as you can, to feel alive for once (But do you really want to feel alive?) compared to the hollow death you feel now. Lawrence would never take you out around people however, there will always be that part of him that worries you’ll run and abandon what you’ve created together. (You never will, he’s all you need.)

What about during the night? He could take you to any spot he chooses, hide you from anyone he sees- even tie you to him, surely you could make it look inconspicuous. It would be nice too, the weather during the night is pleasant and far more suited to what he’s used to. He might get angry though, he wouldn’t kill you but maybe he’d finally go through with the threat to cut off your limbs. After pondering for a moment, you decide it’s worth the risk.

Your voice cuts him out of the zone he’s found himself in- he turns sharply towards you. He isn’t as trembly as he used to be, now confident in his power over you. “Lawrence-” Your voice is soft, the way you’ve trained it to be, “I have a request…”

He stares at you, unblinking.

“This is t-the biggest thing I will ever ask of you, and I won’t be upset or surprised if you say no.” It’s not like your feelings matter anyway, but you hope it may soothe any anger. He places down the watering can with a soft sound and makes his way to you. You haven’t been tied up in a very long time, but sometimes you sit yourself in the same chair from the start- it’s almost comforting. He kneels down to your eye level with a stern stare, and nods- prompting you to continue.

“I-I want to go outside-” He inhales sharply “-with you…” He exhales. “A date, in a park maybe, during the night so there isn’t anyone around…” You give him a sweet smile, as loving as you can, “...it’d be just us, like it’s meant to be.” he continues to stare, blue eyes burning into your soul and eating whatever confidence you had left- jaws wide and unrelenting. He must be angry, surely, he’s going to cut your limbs off and tie you back up, you’ve destroyed everything!-

“Okay…” You blink.

“Okay?”

He nods “We… we can go out.” You feel your heart swell with the most joy you’ve felt in your life, it bursts at the seams like you’ve just gorged yourself at a buffet. You want to hug him- you reach your trembling arms out in hopes he understands, and he does. Taking you into his arms, soft yet oddly strong for someone like him, he wraps you into his being. A hand comes up to stroke your hair in a soothing gesture- you didn’t realise you had started crying. You nuzzle your face deep into his chest, a grateful mantra pouring from your forever scarred lips. He tilts your head up to face him- a warm smile splayed across his face, filled with nothing but love for you, only you, forever you.

His voice is the gentlest you’ve ever heard from him,

“If you try to run, I will kill you.”

You smile back,

“Good, I love you Lawrence…”

He doesn’t say it back, but he doesn’t have to. You know he loves you.

[sweetrottenendings]

"Budding Flowers"

Yeah i made a blog just to post Lawrence Oleander fanfiction and what. How do i make my blog look nice btw please help

MDNI !!!! this game series is not for u i pinkie promise u aren't missing out

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Lawrence Oleander x GN!Reader

SFW, not much happenin tbh. 653 words.

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The sun’s gentle light gleams in streaks throughout the store, illuminating each plant's colour in striking detail. From the common red rose, to the odd-looking bat flower, not a single one was left in the dark.  It was in moments like these that you truly felt at peace- at home. The silence, the colours and the smells. It was where you belonged. 

A sharp ding interrupts your peace, daring to shatter your dreamland. A scowl flits across your face before it settles- you have a job to do after all. Turning to the store’s entrance, you accidentally lock eyes with a customer. Blue captures your vision, a blistering sort of shade- hurts to look at for too long. The owner of said eyes, a tall- recluse looking man, flinches at your gaze and hurriedly scuttles into the store isles. You huff, stepping from your solitary spot to seek him out. Hopefully, your assistance will make him leave quicker.

You’re almost directly behind him as you watch his movements. His slumped form is currently looking at the Medinilla Magnifica- the Rose Grape in layman’s terms, a difficult plant to care for. It’s high maintenance, requiring a humidity of 90%- and no less! Along with its general temperature requirements, as well as its pickiness for remaining still. Like a child, but worse. He doesn’t seem fussed however, gently running his scarred hands along one on display. Not many are kept in store due to their maintenance, but there are plenty of seeds available. He picks up a pack, turning it around and seemingly reading its details. Putting a fake pep in your step, you finally stand by his side.

“Welcome!” You speak, a gentle dulcet tone lacing your voice. He jumps, nearly dropping the packet. “I see you’re interested in our Rose Grape flowers! Hard to look after, is that what you’re looking for?” Tilting your head cutely, hands clasped in front of your front- hopefully he couldn’t sense the distaste lingering. He stares at you with disgustingly wide eyes, taking a good minute to compose himself. When he finally speaks, you’re pleasantly surprised. His voice isn’t extremely deep, but it has a nice rasp and almost husky tone. “Yes, uh- I enjoy difficult plants…” He doesn’t elaborate, so you do it for him, “Ah! You must have experience then! Do you have a lot of plants at home? Maybe a garden even?” Another pause lingers as he finds his voice once more, this time with a smile gracing his lips. Cute.

He looks wistfully towards the display, “No garden, I live in an apartment- but I have a lot of plants. I love them, they need me- it’s nice.” odd statement, but you lean into it. “Plants are pretty delicate, we’re their life force after all- dictating if they live or die.” His eyes gain a shimmer at your words, and he stands up slightly straighter- excitement filtering into his voice. “Y-yeah, that’s true!...” The poor man can’t seem to find anything else to say, so you wrap up the interaction.

“So, anything else you’re after?” You pointedly look into his eyes this time, and watch him gulp. 

“Just- um- just a few things… I’ll be a moment.” You nod, swivelling away just to look back at him, “I’ll be at the checkout when you’re ready!” He doesn’t respond.

A short time later he floats to your desk, gently laying out his purchases in front of you. He fidgets with his fingers as you scan the items, his eyes lingering on your face. You read out the price, and he reaches to hand you cash. Your fingertips graze and you only just notice the way he shivers, it’s almost endearing. “W-what’s your- uh- name?” He stammers, a sudden confidence bursting through his veins. You smile, give your name to him, and ask for his in return.

He smiles,

“Lawrence.”

Maybe you’ll see him again.