WUCHANG.

// 🥹🥹🥹🥹 why are you awak

There's sorrow in grief.

There's also comfort. The love that's once there will persist even though the memories may fade.

No gift is as complicated and as humane as this.

Once again, he's ready to say something else when the crying young man clasps his cold hand and thanks him.

In relief instead of sorrow.

The cat seems to be thankful, too.

The Ghost softly exhales and offers a small smile, wishing him well before leaving them.

"But Doudou wants you to have this."

It will sound hard to believe coming from a stranger's mouth out of the blue, he thinks. But the cat is demanding and, even though it isn't his job to deliver a message, who is he to refuse?

Just then, Wuchang notices the heavy, dark lines under his eyes.

The loss noticeably takes a toll on him.

"Sometimes Doudou can't stand the smell of the flowers that you bought," he continues and looks at the man pointedly, trying to encourage him to take the flower from his hand.

"when you look at the... stupid square thing you have in your hand."

A phone?

The cat insists on keeping going as it hops to the man's shoulder, rubbing its cheek against his. Like a reassuring gesture.

Maybe it's something that he can feel or maybe it's the words that make him tear up.

"... Doudou worries about you when you drown yourself in work."

He watches his expression changes in different ways in the span of just a few minutes.

"But he likes that you smile when—" he furrows his brows, what the cat says does not make sense,

"You never eat when Doudou isn't eating," he says, listening as the cat continues to meow. It's a shame that he's the only one able to hear it. The voice is adorably high pitched, yet soft.

(Adorable isn't a word he would use freely. It's weird to say. Thea, however, uses it a lot.)

as soon as he gets near.

"Doudou," he repeats, extending his hand to offer the flower to the young man.

The surprise in his expression is not strange at all. Who wouldn't be?

The Ghost is ready to come up with something made up, only to be interrupted by the cat before he opens his mouth.

and calls for him again. Louder.

"Oh." He understands.

Surely, Thea won't notice a flower missing from her bouquet. It's not like she'll count nor does he give camellias everyday.

He plucks the red camellia from the bouquet and follows the cat.

𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘶, the cat introduces itself to him —

Instead of greeting him back, the cat nudges the bouquet of camellias that he holds in his hand. He plans to give it to his dearest friend as a symbol of appreciation.

The cat sniffed the red one and meows once before running off towards someone.

The man.

The creature looks back at the Ghost —

This man, he notices, hasn't been the same since ... perhaps two moons ago.

The Ghost soon finds out why after he felt a little extra weight on his shoe, like there are tiny feet stepping on it.

Paws. A cat. A spectral one.

He crouches down to greet it, thinking it's a messenger.

But when he has lived for a long time, he begins to understand. Love and grief are meant to go hand in hand.

There's a child.

A man, really. Perhaps in his early twenties.

Most humans look the same to his eyes. Young. Fragile.

Mortal.

Something that mattered was once there. Important enough to be remembered.

Grief also changes people, for better or worse.

Either way, it's a gift given to those who love and have been loved.

The Ghost never seeks meaning in that.

Grief is not a price one pays for love.

Grief is all the love that's left. The love that one feels like there's nowhere to pour it to.

Quite the sorrowful thing, one that he's not able to feel. He thinks it's a gift.

That, you are not.

I am though.

Let me know if it's to your liking.

A hairpin. I... put it on your desk?

Quite well. I brought you a souvenir.

// i lied. y'know. like a liar

I'm not exaggerating.

A job without Thea for the first time in 115 years.

An image of Gojo breathing heavily during the Shibuya incident scene, his facial featuees are removed, leaving only the heavy breath and blood staining his face.

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A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸

Minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship w/ friends only.

What are you calling useless? Everything can be a weapon in my hands.

Thank you, Thea.

Alright. I'm opening it..

𝘐'𝘮 glad.

It's... past that time of the year already? I didn't realize.

But ... I appreciate it.