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♰ || Darling

— “YOU SEEM TO HAVE kept yourself busy while I was gone.” Spoken as though there had never been months since their last encounter, The former state alchemist simply watches the shinigami closely once he had stepped into the room — The undeniable beauty of his partner still a bit of a shock to him, but never one he took for granted. Stepping close, hand placed on the hip of Undertaker, he leaned in to press a soft kiss on his lips, smiling fondly at the brief contact as his free hand maintained the shinigami’s chin in place.

Such a splendid moment of peace in a world full of noise. He could die peacefully to the sound of that heartbeat.

Moving away after a moment lingering on lips, Solf brushed back silver hair lightly in comfort, tracing the scar on his face before smiling unbearably sweetly to him.

— “How have you been, Undertaker?” || @grotesque-puppet

♰ Keeping himself busy with machinations unimaginable, some goals as they were and would be carried out, even for those closest to him a wonderment and secrets to slowly { if at all? } unravel over time. Yes, he had 'kept himself busy', and all that could remind one of that? Surely discarded. Pushed away. Just when approach had been noticed and such captivating grasp still tenderly light would draw all attention towards a single person.

♰ How quaint to think that monsters could love. " Not occupied enough to not have thoughts travel to you, here and there~ " Spoken in the lingering distance between lips still desiring ever more closeness after the feather-light grace of a kiss---? Who would have thought this was even possible.

♰ Mindless ravelling around undeniably worthless thoughts { for it was in his grasp all the time? }.

♰ " I have been well~ I shall show you all that had come to my mind and into my possession if you so desire. Nonetheless, you were the one fleeing from this world. " Powers unimaginable used so easily. " Have you encountered interesting creatures and beings in your wander~? "

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♰ || Kain

“What wouldn’t I agree to help you with?” He poses the question with such easy confidence, a mockery of sweetness. His smirking eyes as always betray any real innocence the sound of his voice might have suggested (laughable, as the both of them would know regardless), as he pockets his cigarette case once more. Seems there’s something more amusing to consider than smoking, after all. “I have been a servant to my own dull, endless life so long, I would think twice before refusing to serve someone else’s affairs–if they happened to interest me.”

He shrugs, an open hand gesturing to the shinigami in a sweeping motion from head to toe. “And I have always found you an interesting man.” A shift as he pulls his thin body up to a seat on the bar’s polished edge. His arms fold, his head tilts. All suggestions of his curiosity and interest alike while his eyes blink and slyly travel the man’s face. “So come, tell me. What did you have in mind for us to do and then drink over later?”

♰ What wouldn't he agree to help him with? Oh, what a question, knowing that there was not an answer to be found that was all that simple - or maybe the most simple of them all: 'nothing'. It's enough to raise a smile watching lithe form shift and come a bit closer, invitingly enough of a secretive meeting that was no secret quite at all [ but would not so many shy away should they be a witness to their antics and claims? oh, surely ]. He brushes off whatever momentary thought might linger in his mind with the wave of his hand now curling in, placed beneath his chin for a second's measure in what to say and what to offer [ but he has enough, now hasn't he? ].

♰ " The dullness of an endless life? But are not those that have their life so drastically shortened by their own mortality just as much dull? " A way of wording where words would need no explanation. Where they both are bored, humanity is so surely boring.

♰ " Alas, I have a thing or two. " A little amalgamation of thoughts. Of the greed and avariciousness of life. " A customer of mine - if he could be called that way - came to bury a 'loved' one, but even that word, as per say, is quite an insult to the decedent. " It happened not even two days ago, maybe they can play their game suitably fast if there was something to provoke and anger the Shinigami from his usual unshakeable calm? " He stole money of that family of his and decided to order a burial at my place. He stole, as I came to know by my dear employers, jewellery as well as a family heirloom: a very expensive piece of making, a cane decorated with gold and silver. " It was the nerve to steal on his very own grounds. So he smiles, but it was all else but only a remote reminder of humanity's mirror image. " What do you think~? " A game. " Who might turn out to be the deceased? Who are the bereaved? "

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♰ || Viktor Frankenstein

❝ Presumptuous? I always thought people found it charming. ❞ Words possess all of the typical arrogance he’d oftentimes employ, yet tone contains none. Step too far out of line, and he too would likely find himself amongst those resting here.

There’s a particular creepiness to how the stranger carries himself. To how he speaks. And never before had he found himself on high-alert to this degree, Frankenstein observing thoughtfully as the other occupies himself with a gravestone. ❝ I must say. I’ve never been particularly fond of guessing games unless I’m playing them myself. ❞ Everything was so vague when it came to such acts. A frustration! However, advancement wouldn’t be gained without it [ he understood this all too well ]. ❝ Although, it’s true I’ve spent a lot of time solving problems pertaining to mankind, so perhaps I can entertain you a while. ❞

Frankenstein recognises his position; He’s nothing more than a fleeting bout of amusement for this man. Therefore better to get it over with than to drag it out. ❝ I thought you were a demon earlier, but it feels like something more– ❞ Encircled by the deceased, roaming a graveyard at night in utmost comfort. And that aura. Improbable for something quite so unsettling to be from this earth [ even the worst from the Union couldn’t compare ]. ❝ You’re clearly not a vampire, nor a revenant. I don’t believe you to be a werewolf either. ❞ Mayhap he should think out of the box a little here? Dip his toe into the unknown?

After all, if both lycanthropes and nobles roamed the earth, then who’s to say other beings of lore didn’t? Moreover, given their position and with how the man acted with his demands of respect towards the departed, then the idea gradually blooming within mind wasn’t entirely far-fetched. ❝ … Would you happen to be a God of sorts? One relating to death. ❞ It could be entirely off the mark, to which the scientist was certain he would be reprimanded for. ❝ That, or just an extremely unusual fellow. ❞ He really needed to learn when not to put his foot in his mouth.

♰ " Charming is one way to call it, indeed~ " No denial to the claims, for himself would find endearment in those that held a specific sort of arrogance well placed within suitable power [ comparing it to his own, measuring it swiftly. discarding. or accepting? ]. " None I would use, as you can imagine. " Occupying himself was all but done for the farce of creation - a picture-perfect, suitable display of someone knowing towards of position in this world. A swift sweep here, a small brush of the hand there. Gravestone in his reach would be brought back to shining glory in little to no time [ and does his esteemed guest not need that amount to figure at least bits and pieces out? ].

♰ " By all means. " He seemed nearly like a phantasmagoria wandering this place, clothed in black, with silver accentuated to catch the shine of all but faintest moonlight peaking out from behind crowds of softly whispering clouds. Not only once had there been those to question if the mortician was even real---

♰ ---and so he drawls on about whimsical and fantastical beings. Those normal humans would call a quip and flick of the mind, drawn out from the depths of fairy tales, only to scare children out of the light. If they do not, what dear mother or father wished for in quietened hush of evening hours, tucked away in front of fireplace? Those that were called upon would come to get them [ but others would more suit the tales of scare ]. " Hm~ Given that you - feel - barely human yourself, I will not find myself obliqued to seek a reason for your knowledge of those so beyond measle minds. " Not an insult to those coming back to him to ask for aid.

♰ Just the truth. " So I can admit, you are correct. " Nought to refuse it. But with what? When last flick of wrist would rearrange beautiful masterpiece of stones on top of otherwise unknown name and bones. Rises. Brushes off dirt from hands and clothes. " I am what you call - in my realms of existence - a Shinigami. A God of Death. " And speaks it just like it was a sweetened treat to behold. Smiles just, like he was about to devour his very soul. " But alas, maybe you can call me unusual as well---~ " When he sways in his own step and comes that decided bit closer. " ---I might just humour your desire to find what you seek, if you truly do, dear Viktor Frankenstein~ "

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♰ Is there truly something to help him with? If all the assumptions spun around their mutual knowledge of one another were to be for nought and not worth an answer to fall from lips that still - still just - raise twisted form in a very telling smile. So he thinks that taking a seat might be of a proper reaction towards such inviting serenades that soon drown themselves out to nought but a request for his very reason to be a company for this night.

♰ Was there even one? No, not quite.

♰ " Perhaps, perhaps not. Is there something you would like to help me with~? " As, by the extension of their common boredom shared, there might always be something that the Demon would like to occupy himself with if only the mortician desired to present it. " Mayhap a client or two? Mayhap, indeed, for now at least that drink you spoke about it is far too early for~ " || @diiablerie | cont. ♡~

#diiablerie #♰ [ rp ]#[ there u go B)#i am still in retagging this blog #so no character tag past the usual one #BUT AYE the fun can begin again B))) ]#♰ [ 03 ] diiablerie

♰ || Alucard

@grotesque-puppet / Now, now~“ Ah, and he was just there. Just suddenly, surprisingly, present out of nowhere. ”How are those - memories - of yours~?“

Such power. Such wickedness. It’s ‘nough to have a cold sweat break out, eyes widening at the unexpected presence in the room [ the reaper has risen anew, leaving nought but fear in his wake ]. Hand grasps for treasured sword, swiftly drawing and pointing it towards the unwelcome visitor’s throat in an ill-considered move. The one standing before him wasn’t like the ancient being devoted to his Father; He was something far more.

❝ Death– Why have you sought me out? This is no place for you. ❞ Should he display this boldness towards him? Despite knowing full well he could be cut down on the spot? But the mention of memories and what it implied– Oh, no, no. Those obscured ones hidden within his mind were not for discussion or show. ❝ If your plan is to dredge up the past, then I must ask you to leave at once. ❞

♰ Gullible of this child, pointing blade at someone who was so far beyond life. It's enough to raise the smile upon lips that slightest bit higher, eerie expression of something so tempting as Death to be carved upon visage in rousing call for attention. Those that were Harbinger of demise always held a specific sort of allure to themselves, no matter the struggle, the feeling of dread and blood running cold, coating inside of veins with the drumming of an aching, racing heart. This one was no different [ and shall the mortician not truly know about who he had bested before? ].

♰ Tilt of head follows. Hand rises with long fingers wrapping around the sharp edge--- "Oh, truly? Is Death not present everywhere? To desire and close me out of your home, your heart - shall I not call it arrogant, ignorant, foolish, perhaps?" So speaks in ways of mock-amicability. Could have yanked that priced possession right from grasp and still does not. "I do not need to 'dredge up' the past like you so beautifully announced." Speaks in ways again, of mock-tenderness. "My presence alone is enough for that, am I not correct in knowing ‘just’ that much~?"

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♰ Beloved

TRUTH BE TOLD, THE DEPICTION OF BODIES SWAYING AROUND THEM WAS HARDLY FUN. Solf’s own desire for death was brought upon doing the dirty work himself—- Not really a fan of seeing other’s sloppy, ridiculous work, he finds a rather disappointed feeling in the pit of his stomach. Plus, cannibalism wasn’t really his thing; Never fancied the act as many would but he supposed he could not be bothered with criticizing with the events slowly unfolding at hand. The fun would just be beginning, war brewing beneath the decay and slaughter of humans and ghouls.

HAT HELD IN PLACE, UNCARING OF THE STARES BEING GIVEN TO THEM ( AS THEY WERE QUITE COMMONLY GAWKED AT ), SOLF CHUCKLED LIGHTLY. The mere thought of seeing the undoing of ghouls / humans / all else was mouthwatering; War on the verge, both Undertaker and Solf stood at the cliff, ready to fall down into the swirling masses and deconstruct the very fiber of the world around them. Green eyes would turn to the taller of the two, a small grin forming ‘pon slim lips before he raised his head high.

—- “NOT QUITE MY TYPE OF FUN, THE EATING OF FLESH CAN BE QUITE CONFUSING TO ME. Though, I do not complain, the way these people are caught sounds absolutely fantastic.” As they continued to walk, he skipped over a puddle of blood, not wanting to ruin his military boots, his military suit worn just for the high tide coming their way. As his gaze passed to the side as the little ones scampered after his eyes fell on them. “I do wonder if I will be seeing my newfound company. Perhaps it is time he shows me exactly what he is made of.”

HIS GRIN WIDEN AT THE THOUGHT OF THE MASK MAKER REVEALING THE DEPTHS OF HIS OWN CHAOS; The other was so… calm— Eerily so! It was no surprise that Solf desired to see the unraveling of the young man. The hand on his hat fell to his side before he gave a soft, tender smile to his husband.

“LET THE SHOW BEGINNING. I have been aching for war.”

♰ Eyes to travel over both their forms, they would quickly find themselves averted again when it appeared like either man could tear out a bystander's rotten and sin-filled soul. It was hilarious, if he were honest, that every now and then he hears words and whispers of desiring to buy him [ yes, it had not only happened once, quickly silenced by all but a smile ] and now he would encounter the same thoughts brought forth towards the company of his husband. Little do they know that both of them were [ even only one of them ] would be easily enough to destroy the sadness that was this engagement of the rich and greedy and the bloated.

♰ He could have nearly laughed about it. But wore the same, destructive, exhilarating smile.

♰ "Mindless, in a sense, to give themselves towards the beautiful and elusive. So many have been caught because of their wants and needs. Others have been caught due to a whim of fate~" Not enough, not enough. There were so many secrets he wished to indulge him with. And war was already on the horizon, with the growling noises that could be heard from the back of the auction house? He knows just: 'goods' had been delivered swiftly and quickly - and would find a bidder amongst hundreds to pay enough in suitable wish to hold what should never gaze upon to morning light. Rotten, forgotten. It's meant to be buried and laid to eternal rest.

♰ How invigorating that those--- "And some of these 'items' I have provided. As it seems, ghouls have the delirious desire to engage and play with their food." But had he not heard whispers about the danger of it before? It didn't matter, shall the avaricious only reach for it and have these little creations of his bite their hands. So he all but smiles in a different form of softer abandon towards his husband, tending an arm to the side so that they could find their place inside a beautifully decorated balcony. "I think your newfound company is due to lead the auction for today. So now, war we shall receive. I have heard that we might get company later on - in the face of those that ghouls surely loathe and hate."

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♰ Szayelaporro

THE DEATH, THE DYING, THE UNDEAD; Before him stood the ultimate form of perfection— An ally that went from kindness, to hatred, to now a gentle companion. The realm of humans hardly mattered to Szayelaporro Granz, none could see him, none could bother him. Besides, there was only person he had in mind at seeing, it was best he kept himself on track and not wander off to other, useless experiments.

SLENDER LEGS CARRIED HIM INTO THE SHOP KNOWN TO SMELL OF FLOWERS AND DEATH. Gloved hands traced the perfectly crafted coffin before he allowed his reiatsu to lightly pulse in the air, allowing the man he had come to see to take notice and perhaps surprise him. A soft, gentle melody was sung from his lips, airy and carefree before he heard approaching footsteps.

A SMILE CROSSED THE OCTAVA’S FACE AS HE TURNED TO FACE THE MAN. A small movement of tucking his hands behind his back before he gave a small nod to the grave keeper’s direction.

“UNDERTAKER, IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG. How is your husband doing? I apologize for my disappearance… Searching for oneself in many worlds tends to bring delay into encounters. I hope you have been fairing well.” | | @grotesque-puppet

♰ And time was of no means to them [ still, every once in a while, they could miss another soul ], hence easily would steps bring him towards his guest that had been scarce in person for far too long. Who would have thought that they could spare time for one another and find themselves in the gentleness of a different entity's compassion? Quite frankly, looking back at all of it, a laughter would grow forth from the depths of his throat. "It indeed has been~" Softly, slowly. He was a favourable man only for a select very few.

♰ An arm moves towards the side now, offering up the way deeper into the morgue's skillfully crafted grandeur. He did have time for the evening, his husband, as well as coworkers, being out and about to tend to their own needs and desires. Appointments are very well to be kept and himself was the last to interfere.

♰ So why not spend it with a soul that had eluded him for uncountable days and months, melting into years?

♰ "He is doing well. Finding himself in the desire to fulfil missions of humankind for his own leisure. Quite an amusing endeavour, were I to be honest~" Jesting, joking. He could indulge the Arrancar for the night to come. "Myself? I have no complaints. Nothing to be concerned about." Growing soft on him? [ nothing new. nothing not cherished either ]. "Be my company for a while. Would you like something to refresh yourself with~?"

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♰ He couldn't quite say that he was so truly entertained by the happenings in the middle of a discardable city sheltering the forlorn and the damned. It's quite a chore sometimes to travel around and run into a squirmish even though he had wanted [ oh, truly, he had wanted ] to stay undetected for just a few moments longer. It wasn't hard to do away with those that would oppose a force that was not their own to temper with, death being so surely eager - undeniably tremendous powers and speed - to close around feeble and breakable necks with iron claws and slowly, slowly and deliberately snap it.

♰ It's a nice little mental image, but why use only but a reasoning play for these instances when corpses litter the ground, screams that had echoed throughout the night, surely drowning themselves out to an ear-shattering nothingness. How quaint to think, that he would have been watched [ and said person watching him would not cower away in fear ], until - perchance - he does recognise the fragile shadows of a soul passed by once, twice [ too many times in a life as short and discardable as this one, too many times to count ] eagerly watching the display of death and carnage, underlined with the crash of a body hitting trash disposal off to the side.

♰ And in all of it: he looks so - like a doll covered and smeared with faint traces of beautifully blossoming red [ and here and there, one might want to hear a heartbeat clinging to him desperately ]. " Ah~ Miss Davis. It has been quite a while~ " As if he would forget any and all he had passed by. " Excuse my attire, I will get changed at once~ " But alas - but stop right here. " Nevertheless, you seem impatient to find out what I did this time - why may that be? Do you not see that I am not in the mood to play anymore~? " || @uccisore ♡~

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unheimlig‌:

Caught. And how quickly it had occurred too. Though when facing entities such as the one standing before him, there was no sneaking ‘round for long. ❝ I do not seek to disturb those who rest here. ❞ The spear oftentimes used in combat might speak otherwise, but Frankenstein himself could at least respect those buried ‘neath the surface in eternal slumber. ❝ I’m merely searching for someone of importance to me and got distracted along the way. ❞ Distracted by the terrifying power emanating from the surrounding area. How could a seemingly peaceful graveyard contain something quite like that, he’d wondered, as he slipped inside.

It appeared he’d found his answer. Prudence has him keep a safe distance from the probable owner of this place, although no time is wasted mincing words when he begins to speak afresh. ❝ – But it looks like I’ve located the source of that immense strength I felt earlier. ❞ It’s unlike anything he’d distinguished before. The feasibility of this man having the potential to defeat his Master at his prime– It’s quite a thought to have. Yet it’s also worryingly conceivable [ Had the world really changed that much? Or were demons beginning to crawl out from the cracks in society? ]. ❝ You are… not human, no? ❞ Nor a noble or werewolf. No, this energy was more threatening by far.

♰ How interesting. For so seldom would someone be able to infer about the fine strings of power curling around him in these dark hours [ humanity called them ‘witching hours’, how entertaining ]. He could appreciate the stranger’s politeness. Could see and feel the carefulness exuded with words and steps [ feels that keeping a distance from him was the best one could do? ]. All but smiles in expected fashion while the mortician slowly turns and tilts his head to the side in mild inquiry upon this happening. How bold to state the unknown? How utterly fascinating in a way that captivated him easily. A hum is what draws itself forth, before he sways upon his feet and takes a few steps closer. “ Immense strength~? So I see. ”

♰ He would stop a bit away from his ‘guest’, leaning down towards a grave that finds itself forgotten [ lost soul still lingering inside ], while dusting off dirt from stone showing no name, no date. One would want to wonder why an entity like him did even bother - would even care.

♰ “ You are quite presumptuous, are you not~? ” It isn’t meant to be threatening, for his own mind would wander elsewhere, being in analysing schemes about this or that, feeling and knowing about this man the moment he had stepped upon this field of action. How quaint. Who would have known that someone like him existed? “ But you are correct. I am not~ ” For why should he hide it? Only rare moments of precious seconds, were those that could detect these fine intricacies. “ You seem interested~? How about a guess? What could I be~? ”

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♰ " Have you not been told to stay and rest for a little bit longer~? " What a rambunctious child, wandering about when death himself could still reach with sharpened blade's edge for that slender throat to cut it open and end so swiftly what had barely hung on. He's speaking these words with a telling little thrill to his voice, meaning more than only halting the Shinigami in his steps now that he had found footing and would try to wander about and - barely as it is - perhaps escape from this place of rest.

♰ How troublesome that he had agreed to take in someone that should have perished with a war the mortician himself had no interest in [ but every once in a while, his attention would be piqued by these small intricacies of forcefully repulsing the end ]. So he stands and waits, with the tilt of his head a little forward, angling a little to the side: this man would be in danger when he only left the secluded sanctity of a quietened down morgue.

♰ [ Maybe he should lay six feet under--- ].

♰ " Or are you sure so restless to try and wind yourself out from under my care? How ungrateful, indeed~ " Not an ounce of care in the world, words were all but a puppet's string of learned notes and sounds. " Chaining you down was nothing I had in mind for these few days I will house you here~ " || @almighty-shunned ♡~

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♰ " Ah~ It has been quite a while, now has it not~? " As there is only so much time he considers wasted in a life that was endless and full of changes that drawl on like nothing but the fine drops of rain trying to cave in the unmoving stone. For humanity, their own accomplishments appear like a whirlwind in the speed of light. For himself? A being that has seen the shifts and could feel them moving even now, with the fine whispers of ghosts long gone, still clinging willfully to this afterlife? It was like watching ants on their neverending path back and forth towards their nest, serving and praying for their Queen.

♰ And because of that, it was sure so rare that someone would come by. Someone would catch his fancy. Would make the mortician consider else but to tear apart and hold in palm that measle rest of someone's sanity---

♰ ---" I have wondered how you had been~ The time does sure fly by so quickly. " Like in a puppeteer's play of pretend, slowly tugging on the fine strings when he all but raises a hand to move and wave monumental form a little bit closer. A bit nearer, now that all had died down to nothingness and its screaming endeavour would shatter eardrums to devour one whole. " Come on, do not be shy~ I have minutes to offer you if you desire~ " || @schisming ♡~

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♰ There's something undeniably tempting of having his own partner accompany him towards the depths of the underground, rotten and churning, the very essence of everything inside to be a disgusting amalgamation of pigs and cattle - ready for the slaughterhouse. It had been delightful enough to engage with those that saw themselves [ partially, at least ] far above mankind. In selling them out for desirable prices, only enhanced once the mortician had made his deals with this or that one and offered priceless feast in exchange for tidbits to experiment on.

♰ And for today? He would take his husband along. Striking though, they both truly were. Striking enough to draw eyes to black and white and the obscuring masks worn created by one of the maneaters own kind. " Interesting, no~? They sell humans and half-ghouls here alike. " Himself? He wasn't even remotely interested in any of the ‘goods’ - only ever set foot inside the theatre when that work associate of his would call for it. He knows very well that the female ghoul would be one to have crates moved and 'items' brought towards the stage-light.

♰ So why were they here?

♰ The expectation of an attack. And it had been far too hilarious to not engage in this very quarrel here and there. How powerless they truly were. " Come on, darling~ Let's watch the show for a while. " For the Alchemist knew well enough, the auction in itself was nothing to even ponder about. " Whatever they present here, maybe we will recognise one - or two~ " || @bloodlicked ♡~

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♰ He could not fault those that approach premises of grandness embellished with the lingering scent of death for their beliefs that those that dwell within it are just faithful servants of the bereaved the grieving. Chimed and invited to calm ones troubled thoughts with this very construction of shimmering marbles and darkened hauntingly beautiful woods? With the expense of a resting place as far as the eye could only reach, serenading the mourning songs with weeping willows and tall, richly green pine-trees? Oh, surely not. He wouldn't hold it against any small and desperate soul to think just like that - and be greeted in the very same way by an abundance of swift and gentle helpers.

♰ Alas, times change the second when the day dies and night would devour it whole.

♰ " Ah~ I am not quite sure what would drive you here during the time of slumber and serene tranquillity. " Spoken towards that figure that had wandered as if lost { surely not? } in the ways and rows endlessly stretching before curious gaze with gravestones and memorials. Some calling names and deeds and days - some empty of intricate inscriptions, but still not quite forgotten. " You see~ The cemetery is closed right now, yet you managed to wander undetected inside~ " An impossibility { so surely known to mankind }. " Please, I am not fond of someone being here to disturb the souls and spirits alike~ " || @unheimlig ♡~

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