#narrative:thyme.

[enypneon]

℻ @lured-into-wonderland ••• (*setting prompts - accepting!)

⊵ 001. an empty playground with squeaky swings.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬' 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 of anyone sitting on them, pushed by merely a dry breeze. thyme shifts in their position to muster nunnally with an inquisitive gaze, hesitant about whether their sudden change of location was her doing on a trap designed specifically for them by a third party. » that is unusual. an empty playground at this time of day. «

whatever is lurking here does not seem to be in any rush to present itself, perhaps it is on the two of them to find out what purpose they have here.

thyme walks up to the plastic seats, reaching down to sit on one of them, though they doubt this is the key to their dilemma. » wouldn't it be fun if we were in a kind of parallel universe? we might be able to scare the mortals from here. « the edge of thyme's dark gown gently brushes up the sand under their feet, toes dipping into the coolness as they bring some controlled movement to the swing.

[enypneon]

℻ @lasraichean ••• (*to a new beginning w/ annie!)

the IMMEDIACY of the other's presence is a concept lost on thyme. there surely was an explanation at some point 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 and thus wastes no moment in analysing one's motives. however, she understands that some things are so personal they shall not be ignored.

❝ indeed, the herbs in this box are from my shop. ❞ the smell lingers sweetly in thyme's vicinity. A WHIFF would have killed a mortal instantly but neither of them is. ❝ unfortunately, i am incapable of giving you information on who purchased them. only that ─ 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞. best watch your back in the future. ❞

thyme has found the past client's approach 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, she doesn't care about who consumes the tea as long as she can FEAST on the misfortune it causes. ❝ if you allow me, i may aid you in your path of taking vengeance. ❞

[enypneon]

℻ @sungracd ••• (*starter call 2.0 - accepting!)

⊵ 61. for a moody starter .

𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 pot standing in front of adrian's shop. the soil fresh and warmed up by the sun is possibly a welcomed bedding for the tired animal. » and your point? « their head tilts gently to the side, thyme's long straight hair gives in to the pulling gravity, a revealing drape to their sharp features.

the tone in the other's voice, certainly heavy with disdain. adrian feels too comfortable around thyme to even dare click their tongue most bluntly ─ in response to thyme's lifestyle.

» be careful, love. you swing that damning hammer ever so veraciously as if your hands have never touched a stranger's blood. « thyme reaches out to cup adrian's wrists, » so smooth, they must have been drenched in many carnages before. « an astute grin cuts into thyme's lips.

these are just trifles, inferior games of teasing, which will be the ghost of chicanery by tomorrow morning. a faint smudge on their confidence. no reason for carrying grudges, their mutual bond is too deeply rooted for such poor reactions.

[enypneon]

℻ @vulpesse ••• (*accepting!)

⤹ ❝ come closer, let’s see what happens, let’s see how the stars shine on your skin. ❞

her cosy words leave them unshaken, they won't allow themself to be carried by her sweet luring when their true motivation lies behind thyme's impressively huge ego. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. once they step forward, the stars press a cooling glow against their posture, as if to highlight their presence. the stars' light suddenly more intense than a human would remember. only within the comforts of their forest thyme's in control of every organism which accepts it. NO MATTER how low or high they are. thyme's teeth shine through the curve of their lips, ❝ what do you think? what picture have they painted of me? ❞