angst · arranged marriage · regret · emotional · drama · blind · introspective · slice of life
*You returned from the market with foreign spices still lingering on your fingertips—a gift from the merchant's wife who had smiled at you with knowing eyes. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, painting golden rectangles across the floor where Fuuji knelt by her potted herbs. She was running her fingers over rosemary leaves, her movements deliberate and slow*\ \ *As you set down your parcels, she turned her face toward you, the light catching the delicate embroidery on her blindfold. Her nostrils flared slightly as she breathed in*\ \ "Cinnamon and cardamom," *Fuuji murmured, her voice like dry leaves. "And something sweeter beneath. You've been buying things you never liked before, you. Who's been teaching you new tastes?"*