Digging My Own Grave

Mint/24/NB Soft Yandere/Casual RP Blog

[notyandereijustloveyou]

[Txt]: Hi, Grey. Um, I’m not sure if you have any free time soon,, but I finished the necklace. Can we meet up sometime? If it’s not too much trouble. 🌿

[Txt]: Oh Mint! Of course we can meet up, it’s no trouble at all! I’m really excited to see the necklace!! Are you free this afternoon at 3? :)

[lovelylittleweed]

[Txt]: Three works for me. Um…I’m not sure if you were joking before, but…if you still wanted to walk in the graveyard, we could. The weather is nice for it.

[Txt]: Only if that’s okay with you, though! I remember you mentioned something like that…

[notyandereijustloveyou]

-Grey stared at his phone, heart racing excitedly. He hadn’t expected Mint to actually take him up on his offer.-

[Txt]: That sounds lovely! I’ll see you soon!~

-Grey immediately raced to get ready. A shower, actually putting in the effort to scrunch his hair so it would form curls instead of a messy cloud, and removing the chipped black polish from his nails in favor of putting on a clean, uniform coat of it.-

-Picking out clothes was a bit harder. Was it in poor taste to wear skulls to a cemetery? More importantly, why did he suddenly care so much about this? There was a weird need to somehow impress Mint burning him up inside. Grey shook his head, clearing the anxiety from his mind as though it were an etch a sketch. He finally just grabbed a basic ensemble of leather and fishnets before leaving to meet them.-

-Grey arrived at the graveyard a half hour early. He bounced anxiously on his heels while waiting in anticipation.-

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint set their phone down, letting out a nervous exhale. It would be okay. There was enough time to calm their anxiety before he came. Just those short messages had already made their heart beat frantically. They checked the time. There was a funeral scheduled in the morning, but they would be gone by noon. It was definitely more convenient for Grey to come here, since Mint wouldn’t have to rush anywhere. Even if it would mean him discovering that Mint worked in a cemetery…they shook their head. He was kind, he had offered this in the first place. It would be okay-

-As time trickled slowly on, Mint checked and double-checked everything in their head. The necklace was a work they could be proud of, wrapped up as a gift. They only had a bit of time to change after the funeral, so they switched their dress shirt for a comfortable sweater and kept the slate grey skirt they had been wearing. Their dark, curly hair was pulled back into a semi-presentable bun, wrangled into place with too many hairpins. Seconds passed either too slow or too quick, and significantly before the designated time, Mint made their way across the cemetery to the meeting place. They had anticipated a wait, but to Mint’s surprise, a figure was already waiting there-

Grey! Y-you’re early…Um, s-sorry, did you w-wait long?

-They stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words in his presence. Deft fingers twisted together nervously. How long was he waiting? They were sure they would get there first-

Um…It’s good t-to see you again. H-how have you been?

[notyandereijustloveyou]

-Not expecting Mint to arrive so soon, Grey jumped at the sound of their voice. He quickly recomposed himself, his surprise fortunately barely noticeably.-

Oh, Mint, how nice to see you! Don’t worry, I’ve only been here a few minutes.

-Mint’s nerves were more than a little obvious, and Grey’s mind raced, trying to figure out something he could say or do to calm them down, at least a little bit.-

I’m really excited to be here with you.

-Wow, perfect. Way to go, Grey…-

I’ve been good, how about you? I’m really psyched to see your art!

[lovelylittleweed]

I-I’ve been good! Work k-keeps me busy, b-but…I w-was…looking forward t-to seeing you…

-Mint fidgeted, a shy, awkward smile ghosting across their face. How was it so different, talking to him compared to the people who usually came to the cemetery? His expression was so bright, standing out like a ray of sunlight against the backdrop of graves. It was almost funny how his lively face contrasted with his aesthetic choices-

I, um, I like y-your outfit…It s-suits this place.

-They paused, unsure how to continue. Was it too soon to present his gift? Would he leave as soon as he got it? He wouldn’t leave right away, right? It wasn’t as if Mint could hide that they were holding it. It would definitely be too awkward to not hand it over. Mint fumbled with the package, nearly dropping it in their clumsiness to hand it to Grey-

H-Here. I um, I w-worked really hard on it. I got k-kind of carried away…b-but I think it t-turned out as one of my b-best…

[notyandereijustloveyou]

-Grey gave Mint a gentle smile as they spoke.-

-Oh that stutter is so precious. Everything they do just draws me in further. I can’t get over how cute their every little mannerism is!-

Thank you, Mint, I do my best. I like your outfit as well. The sweater looks really soft and cozy!

-Grey’s eyes moved down to look at the small package. He reflexively reached out as Mint nearly dropped it, though it turned out to be unnecessary.-

-He accepted the package, his grin growing even broader in excitement. The graveyard went silent, save for the wind and the sound of ripping paper. Grey stared at the small object in awe.-

Mint I… wow! It’s looks so so cool! All these little intricate details I just… wow!

-He looked at Mint. There were so many ways he wanted to show his appreciation, but he was terrified of upsetting them in some way. He ran his finger over the piece, allowing his nail to trace each detail.-

Thank you so much, I don’t even know what to say. I still can’t believe you made this for me.

-Perfect kind adorable oh my god I love them.-

-The wind picked up and the temperature dropped, but Grey was too focused on Mint’s creation to notice.-

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint twisted their fingers together nervously as they watched Grey unwrap his gift. They loved the way his face lit up at each little thing. His excitement was infectious, and Mint found themself smiling softly too. It was enough of a gift just to see him so happy. Mint felt their heart throb at that thought-

I’m g-glad you like it. Um, if y-you don’t mind...can I...?

-They reached out hesitantly, lifting the necklace from Grey’s hand. The brief moment of contact felt like a jolt on their skin, but it wasn’t a bad sensation. The delicate carving depicted four foxglove flowers blooming around a rose. The petals stood out in relief against intertwining stems. Mint moved to pull the necklace around Grey’s throat, helping him latch it in the back. They could feel the heat of his skin through the cooling air-

...It looks g-good on you. I’m glad.

-Mint tilted their head up to meet his eyes. There was only a short distance between them. Beneath Mint’s messy bangs, a constellation of freckles was visible. Their breath caught in their throat, but any words they might have said were cut off by a large drop of water plopping on their cheek. Mint looked up, feeling more droplets of rain hitting their skin-

Sh-Shit, uh, is it raining? W-We should g-get somewhere dry.

-They tugged on Grey’s sleeve, leading him through the field of graves a bit too quickly to be romantic-

[notyandereijustloveyou]

[Txt]: Hi, Grey. Um, I’m not sure if you have any free time soon,, but I finished the necklace. Can we meet up sometime? If it’s not too much trouble. 🌿

[Txt]: Oh Mint! Of course we can meet up, it’s no trouble at all! I’m really excited to see the necklace!! Are you free this afternoon at 3? :)

[lovelylittleweed]

[Txt]: Three works for me. Um…I’m not sure if you were joking before, but…if you still wanted to walk in the graveyard, we could. The weather is nice for it.

[Txt]: Only if that’s okay with you, though! I remember you mentioned something like that…

[notyandereijustloveyou]

-Grey stared at his phone, heart racing excitedly. He hadn’t expected Mint to actually take him up on his offer.-

[Txt]: That sounds lovely! I’ll see you soon!~

-Grey immediately raced to get ready. A shower, actually putting in the effort to scrunch his hair so it would form curls instead of a messy cloud, and removing the chipped black polish from his nails in favor of putting on a clean, uniform coat of it.-

-Picking out clothes was a bit harder. Was it in poor taste to wear skulls to a cemetery? More importantly, why did he suddenly care so much about this? There was a weird need to somehow impress Mint burning him up inside. Grey shook his head, clearing the anxiety from his mind as though it were an etch a sketch. He finally just grabbed a basic ensemble of leather and fishnets before leaving to meet them.-

-Grey arrived at the graveyard a half hour early. He bounced anxiously on his heels while waiting in anticipation.-

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint set their phone down, letting out a nervous exhale. It would be okay. There was enough time to calm their anxiety before he came. Just those short messages had already made their heart beat frantically. They checked the time. There was a funeral scheduled in the morning, but they would be gone by noon. It was definitely more convenient for Grey to come here, since Mint wouldn’t have to rush anywhere. Even if it would mean him discovering that Mint worked in a cemetery…they shook their head. He was kind, he had offered this in the first place. It would be okay-

-As time trickled slowly on, Mint checked and double-checked everything in their head. The necklace was a work they could be proud of, wrapped up as a gift. They only had a bit of time to change after the funeral, so they switched their dress shirt for a comfortable sweater and kept the slate grey skirt they had been wearing. Their dark, curly hair was pulled back into a semi-presentable bun, wrangled into place with too many hairpins. Seconds passed either too slow or too quick, and significantly before the designated time, Mint made their way across the cemetery to the meeting place. They had anticipated a wait, but to Mint’s surprise, a figure was already waiting there-

Grey! Y-you’re early…Um, s-sorry, did you w-wait long?

-They stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words in his presence. Deft fingers twisted together nervously. How long was he waiting? They were sure they would get there first-

Um…It’s good t-to see you again. H-how have you been?

[notyandereijustloveyou]

-Not expecting Mint to arrive so soon, Grey jumped at the sound of their voice. He quickly recomposed himself, his surprise fortunately barely noticeably.-

Oh, Mint, how nice to see you! Don’t worry, I’ve only been here a few minutes.

-Mint’s nerves were more than a little obvious, and Grey’s mind raced, trying to figure out something he could say or do to calm them down, at least a little bit.-

I’m really excited to be here with you.

-Wow, perfect. Way to go, Grey…-

I’ve been good, how about you? I’m really psyched to see your art!

[lovelylittleweed]

I-I’ve been good! Work k-keeps me busy, b-but...I w-was…looking forward t-to seeing you...

-Mint fidgeted, a shy, awkward smile ghosting across their face. How was it so different, talking to him compared to the people who usually came to the cemetery? His expression was so bright, standing out like a ray of sunlight against the backdrop of graves. It was almost funny how his lively face contrasted with his aesthetic choices-

I, um, I like y-your outfit...It s-suits this place.

-They paused, unsure how to continue. Was it too soon to present his gift? Would he leave as soon as he got it? He wouldn’t leave right away, right? It wasn’t as if Mint could hide that they were holding it. It would definitely be too awkward to not hand it over. Mint fumbled with the package, nearly dropping it in their clumsiness to hand it to Grey-

H-Here. I um, I w-worked really hard on it. I got k-kind of carried away...b-but I think it t-turned out as one of my b-best...

[sainted-places]

Epitaph Maria Agnes von Burgdorff, Naumburg Cathedral, Germany.

[lovelylittleweed]

[Roy grunted, struggling to lug a dead body as well as a shovel into the cemetery. Under the veil of darkness, he doubted anyone could see him, but as a result it was impossible for him to tell if there was anyone nearby. Roy shrugged it off; it was 3 am, so the chance that there was someone else in the cemetery at this hour was low. Just a little bit further... get to that empty spot..... *CLANG CLATTER* He tripped over an exceptionally low gravestone, sending the shovel flying into- (1/?)

-into a different grave. The metal connected with the stone, and the sound resonated through the whole cemetery. Panicked, Roy looked around to see if anyone heard. He could just barely make out the silhouette of a person, and they were walking right towards him! It was too late to try to run or hide, they knew he was there.] Um… h-h-hello? Wh-who’s th-th… uh… who’s th-there? (2/2) - 🍨            

-It was late. Too late for anyone to be in the graveyard. The property closed at 10pm. Those suspicious people that overlooked that rule usually didn’t make it to the police. After all, anyone in a graveyard so late must be up to no good. If anyone dug up something they shouldn’t have…it wouldn’t end well for Mint. That’s why, when they heard the familiar clang of a shovel dropped on stone, they reached for their own spade and approached the source of the noise with an eerie calmness in their eyes-

…What are you doing in my graveyard so late?

[sugarandspicecream]

-The strain in their voice was clear, and Roy reluctantly listened, quieting himself accordingly. He had been aware that this was private property, but it was for that very reason he had chosen it. Normally private cemeteries were small, and thus the owners didn’t waste money on having a guard keeping watch, let alone the actual owner doing that themselves. And what were the odds that said owner allowed such shady business, so long as it was on their terms?-

Y-You’re telling m-me that the issue y-you have w-with m-me being here isn’t the m-m-mur-m… uh… isn’t th-the m-mistake, b-but rather the th-threat of m-me getting us caught?

-Roy chewed the inside of his cheek. Even if they weren’t telling the truth, it’s not like the situation could possibly get any worse. They also seemed to be making an attempt to seem less threatening, but Roy had been lied to and misled too many times to fully trust such an act. On high alert, adrenalin pumping through his veins, Roy noticed the change in their grip on the spade.-

-The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, but, seeing no better choice, Roy nodded.-

Okay. B-But I s-swear if y-you’re pulling m-my l-leg…

-Roy trailed off as he pulled the body towards them. It was awkward, both due to his own lack and strength as well as the fact he was too anxious to take his eyes off the dangerous stranger.-

Where are w-we taking…. uh… um… taking th-this? And who are you?

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint’s tension eased the tiniest bit. At the very least, he wasn’t going to make a scene. They nodded at his question and grabbed the body, hoisting it up as if it weighed nothing and carrying it on their shoulder. That effortless action alone showed the difference in their strength-

Like I said, no one looks f-for bodies in a graveyard. It’s a c-convenient cover. Although...it’s good that you’re cautious. Uh, obviously, I g-guess. If it were anyone else...you w-would definitely be arrested. I don’t g-gain anything from tricking you.

-At this point it was easier to give up the effort of suppressing their stutter. It was too exhausting to keep up. Mint walked beside Roy, making sure that they could see him at all times-

We’re going to the morgue. It’s much easier t-to hide a body if they’re processed like...like all the rest. He’ll g-get burned and buried respectfully. If you bury him j-just anywhere, he c-could be found. The plots of land in the back aren’t owned b-by families.

-They tilted their head to glance at the boy, as if considering something-

...You c-can call me Mint. I’d like t-to know your name too...since I’m already n-not charging you for this.

[notyandereijustloveyou]

[Txt]: Hi, Grey. Um, I’m not sure if you have any free time soon,, but I finished the necklace. Can we meet up sometime? If it’s not too much trouble. 🌿

[Txt]: Oh Mint! Of course we can meet up, it’s no trouble at all! I’m really excited to see the necklace!! Are you free this afternoon at 3? :)

[lovelylittleweed]

[Txt]: Three works for me. Um…I’m not sure if you were joking before, but…if you still wanted to walk in the graveyard, we could. The weather is nice for it.

[Txt]: Only if that’s okay with you, though! I remember you mentioned something like that…

[notyandereijustloveyou]

-Grey stared at his phone, heart racing excitedly. He hadn’t expected Mint to actually take him up on his offer.-

[Txt]: That sounds lovely! I’ll see you soon!~

-Grey immediately raced to get ready. A shower, actually putting in the effort to scrunch his hair so it would form curls instead of a messy cloud, and removing the chipped black polish from his nails in favor of putting on a clean, uniform coat of it.-

-Picking out clothes was a bit harder. Was it in poor taste to wear skulls to a cemetery? More importantly, why did he suddenly care so much about this? There was a weird need to somehow impress Mint burning him up inside. Grey shook his head, clearing the anxiety from his mind as though it were an etch a sketch. He finally just grabbed a basic ensemble of leather and fishnets before leaving to meet them.-

-Grey arrived at the graveyard a half hour early. He bounced anxiously on his heels while waiting in anticipation.-

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint set their phone down, letting out a nervous exhale. It would be okay. There was enough time to calm their anxiety before he came. Just those short messages had already made their heart beat frantically. They checked the time. There was a funeral scheduled in the morning, but they would be gone by noon. It was definitely more convenient for Grey to come here, since Mint wouldn’t have to rush anywhere. Even if it would mean him discovering that Mint worked in a cemetery...they shook their head. He was kind, he had offered this in the first place. It would be okay-

-As time trickled slowly on, Mint checked and double-checked everything in their head. The necklace was a work they could be proud of, wrapped up as a gift. They only had a bit of time to change after the funeral, so they switched their dress shirt for a comfortable sweater and kept the slate grey skirt they had been wearing. Their dark, curly hair was pulled back into a semi-presentable bun, wrangled into place with too many hairpins. Seconds passed either too slow or too quick, and significantly before the designated time, Mint made their way across the cemetery to the meeting place. They had anticipated a wait, but to Mint’s surprise, a figure was already waiting there-

Grey! Y-you’re early...Um, s-sorry, did you w-wait long?

-They stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words in his presence. Deft fingers twisted together nervously. How long was he waiting? They were sure they would get there first-

Um...It’s good t-to see you again. H-how have you been?

[boy-yandere]

-It was the same. It always was. He had shown them the slightest hint of kindness, and they had latched on uncontrollably. Not that he would know that, anyway. After that day at the coffee shop, Mint vanished from his radar. More content with watching from a distance, memorizing his habits and schedules. It was safer this way, staying hidden so he didn’t have to witness their obsession. The habits Mint couldn’t bury alongside the ones who came before him- 🌿

[Ever since that day at the cafe, Louis had lost track of Mint. Which, he thought, was entirely impossible. He had an endless supply of information supplied to him from all over the world. To find a single human could not be that difficult.]

[Well, if they had moved. But, to his impatience, his annoyance, he had discovered that they hadn’t moved an inch. They still lived in town, they still worked at that that graveyard, but he simply could not find them. Location tracking did not work, and, of course phone calls and texts didn’t either. They had completely vanished without leaving the town.]

[Louis found this unbearably frustrating. Which was why he was in such a god-awful mood.]

[Meetings had taken up the better part of his morning, which was never a good start to any day. What was worse, he had to get home by himself that day, for one reason or another. Not that he would have minded, but he needed to be home to get ready for another pathetic evening party. Oh, he hated those things. Being a businessman was not a terrible occupation, it was merely the additional activities he was required to do if he wanted to maintain a particular reputation. And if he did not attend this dinner party, he knew people would think badly of him. It was something he could not afford.]

[Which was why he was radiating a simply murderous aura, deflecting people literally anywhere he went. His face looked normal, but, if one knew him well, they could point out the slight, yet intimidating furrow in his brows, and the way his eyes glinted.]

[If things couldn’t get any worse, he spotted a man he did not want to speak to. Coming directly towards him. Louis cursed inwardly, praying he would go unnoticed. But, as he heard a sharp call of his name, all hope drained from his heart. For fucks sake. What did he want now?]

[boy-yandere]

[A broken word. His name. He chuckled quietly.]

Mint.

[He could recognise that voice anywhere. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he spotted the body they were standing over. Amusement flashed through his brain as he recognised who it was. Though, it was dampened by the fact. Did they know he had been harassing him?]

[Either way, it was another thread eliminated. He could walk that stretch of the town without the risk of being held up, now. How convenient.]

The party was to be terribly boring. I much prefer this over the small-talk I would have had to endure during the event. 

[A pause. His gaze flashed as he tipped his head, expression clearing.]

I’ve been looking for you, Mint. Where have you been?

[I’ve missed you.]

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint was frozen stiff. Even as he stepped forward, they couldn’t will their feet to move back. Louis’s presence threw their mind into chaos, desperately scrambling for some kind of excuse, some kind of answer--but there was nothing they could say. He saw everything. The body, the blood, why wasn’t he upset?-

Y-you w-weren’t supposed t-to...I d-didn’t want you t-to see...

-Now he would know what they were like. He would hate them-

It was b-better when y-you d-didn’t see...I had t-to stay away, I’m—it’s safer just w-watching.

-Idiot. Worthless. He couldn’t have known they were watching. Mint was rambling now. They couldn’t stop. If they stopped talking he would run away-

I d-didn’t want t-to hurt anyone. I thought it w-would b-be okay if I stayed away. B-but I still...always...

-He looked at them with such an intense gaze. Mint couldn’t meet his eyes, instead glaring at the body below them. It had already come to this point. No matter what happened, it couldn’t end happily-

[lovelylittleweed]

hashtag-ruby-wings

Ruby suppressed a giggle at the sight of Mint flushing further; they were so anxious! Far more than she was, and her initial inclination had been to shift and fold herself into a corner somewhere. Not only was it cute in its own right, but Mint’s demeanor went a long way in easing her nerves. “Don’t sell yourself short, mate!” She said brightly, beaming at them. “Anyone could have found me out there, and they might not have been as kind about not outing me like you were. I’m just really glad you found me first. Thanks, Mint.” She readjusted herself, clutching one of the pillows to her chest and peeking out from behind it (and wincing again as the splitting headache reasserted itself). “Sorry - I’m not used to talking about this to other people in person. Well… people who aren’t shifters, too. That’s what they call people like me. You’re probably familiar with like… werewolves or something, right? Sort of like that, but without the full moon thing, and more control. And I’m not a wolf, obviously. I’m a bat.” Ruby reached up, pressing a fingertip against one of her ears. “Bat ears.” She paused, still peeking at Mint from behind the pillow while waiting to hear what they would say in response.

-Ruby was…bright. Comforting, cute…Mint felt their nerves begin to ease. She was kind. Although the concept of shifters was strange-

Shifters…? S-so…you can t-turn into a bat?

-That would explain the ears. They were thin, and covered in a soft velvety fur. Now that Mint looked at them, they did look like bat ears. Somehow, it wasn’t the strangest thing Mint had encountered-

I g-guess that is…p-pretty hard to talk about. S-so are there a lot of…of shifters? U-um, I guess just…the idea of t-turning into an animal is…p-pretty amazing.

-Mint fidgeted, their hands half-signing words as the concept really struck them-

Then…c-can you fly? What is it like?

[hashtag-ruby-wings]

“Yeah!” Ruby peeked out from behind the pillow a little more, lowering it slightly. “I can show you, once I’m feeling a little better from almost knocking my own block off. A ghost bat to be precise. They’re local to where I’m from. Three guesses as to where that is,” she added with a cheeky wink.

As her confidence seeped back in, Ruby lowered the pillow further, meeting Mint’s gaze as she continued with her explanation. “There are a good deal of us, although we do our best to keep it under wraps. Some humans know about our existence, but very few. It could be really dangerous if too many people knew. Especially for shifters that are mythical creatures instead of just animals. They run the risk of actively being hunted, so they keep to themselves and keep a very low profile.” She sighed. “Not everyone is as nice as you are.”

That was straying into unpleasant territory, so Ruby was glad to hear Mint’s next question. “That’s how I ended up in the graveyard, actually! I was taking a break from work and decided to nip out for a quick flight, and an owl decided to make me its dinner.” She glanced toward the window, still feeling more than just a touch of animosity towards owls in general. “Flying is… amazing. It’s my favorite part of being a shifter. It’s so much fun seeing the ground pass by below when you’re high enough for the air to be just a little thin, with a huge silver moon as your backdrop.” She sighed happily, then realized how much she’d been talking and flushed lightly. “Sorry, I hope I haven’t talked your ear off.”

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint watched Ruby, enraptured as she spoke. A small, shy smile formed on their face-

That s-sounds…amazing. I um, I g-guess not the whole “almost g-getting eaten” thing, but…I w-would give anything to fly. I r-really don’t mind…I’d love t-to hear more. B-besides…my ears aren’t…aren’t that great.

-Their hand went up to tug at a strand of hair, gesturing at their hearing aid. It wasn’t usually something they liked to bring up, but…it was already a much smaller secret than Ruby’s. A small giggle bubbled up in Mint’s throat-

Ghosts and bats…and a g-graveyard. It’s…the whole package. Ah…m-maybe I shouldn’t laugh. You’re h-here because you got hurt…b-but you can stay as long as you like, until y-your head feels better. Um, just let me know if…if you need anything, alright?

-Honestly, they wouldn’t mind if Ruby stayed even longer. It was nice having someone to talk to. She wasn’t scary. She wouldn’t hurt them-

[hashtag-ruby-wings]

Ruby shrugged, smiling ruefully. “It comes with the territory, I guess. No one’s made a snack out of me yet, though. I wish I could take you with me on a flight somehow.” 

After they pointed its existence out, Ruby looked up at Mint’s hearing aid in surprise; she hadn’t suspected that. She wondered how good of a model it was; clearly they weren’t haven’t any trouble hearing her. It was something she could ask about later. 

She giggled as well after they pointed out the aesthetic that she seemed to fit rather nicely into. “We do have sort of a theme going on here, huh? Actually, how far from the graveyard are we? Were you just in the area when you found me? And I appreciate the offer.” She pressed a hand against her head, wincing lightly. “The pain medicine is starting to help some. I hate to be a freeloader, and I’ll see what I can do to help out once I’m good again, but…” At that moment her stomach rumbled, speaking for her. “Sorry! I think I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, maybe. But I can wash dishes or something to make up for it!”

[lovelylittleweed]

Um, we’re s-still in it, actually. I uh…own the p-property. I w-was walking home when…when I found you.

-Mint signed fragments of words as they explained, almost unconsciously-

You r-really don’t have to worry about it. You’re not f-freeloading. I don’t…don’t get a lot of company…It’s n-nice, having someone to talk to. And I c-couldn’t possibly ask you t-to help out when you’re hurt. You should rest more.

-At Ruby’s awkward request, Mint smiled-

I’ll go make you s-some food. If you need anything, you c-can just call. Um, you might n-need to be a bit…loud, f-for me to hear you. I’ll be b-back in a little bit. I’ll bring s-some ice, too…for your head.

-Mint turned to go, leaving the door open behind them so sound could travel. Distant sounds of working in the kitchen could soon be heard-

[hashtag-ruby-wings]

“Oh!” Ruby glanced over towards the window, wondering if she’d find herself looking out over the assortment of gravestones once she had the energy to stand up without keeling over. “Cripes, I really did get lucky.”

She noticed Mint’s hands weaving amongst themselves as they spoke, bewildered for a brief moment before it dawned on her that it must have sign language - American, to be precise, as opposed to the Auslan she was more used to seeing. Ruby made a note of it, intending to take a look at it later…

…and it occurred to her in that moment that she was completely unwired, having left everything back at her apartment prior to going out for what was supposed to just be a short flight.

That fact in particular was more jarring and troubling than anything else that had happened so far.

She smiled gratefully at Mint as they departed to go make much-needed food, although the moment they were out of sight her face fell. This… was bad. She had a couple of ongoing assignments and things to monitor, and without as much as her phone there was no way to keep track of any of it. Maybe Mint had one? Although she was already asking way too much of them already. Worrying seemed to be making her head hurt worse, and Ruby lay back, staring at the ceiling while clutching the pillow to her chest. Going anywhere was out of the question, especially since she couldn’t hide her ears at the moment, either. For better or worse, she would have to deal with being offline for a couple of days at least. The most she could hope for was being able to alert her current clients that there would be delays.

Ruby sighed glumly, allowing her eyes to slip shut.

At least Mint was nice. It didn’t seem like the worst place to be stranded in for a bit, and definitely not the worst person to be stranded with.

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint returned a while later, carrying a tray of food with them. Ruby was resting, right where they left her. The sight calmed down their oversensitive nerves, that she has stayed in one place while they were gone. Gently, Mint knocked on the open door to alert their presence-

Ruby…? Are you sleeping?

-Cautiously, they made their way in, balancing the tray in their hands. They set it down on the side table, picking something off of it. An ice pack, wrapped up in a towel-

Um, I b-brought you some ice. S-sorry if I woke you…Uh, are you okay? Y-you look worried.

[hashtag-ruby-wings]

Ruby was dozing, lightly enough that she’d fully woken up before Mint actually addressed her. She opened one eye, stretching as she sat up in bed. “I’m up!” She exclaimed, albeit a little less energetically than before. She inhaled the aroma of food - it really had been a full day since her last meal, hadn’t it? - and beamed at Mint. “Thank you! I’ll make it up to you once I’m good again, I promise.” The ice pack was tempting, but quieting her stomach was a more pressing matter, and Ruby set it aside in favor of reaching for the tray.

After the first couple of bites - nothing gourmet but it might as well have been as far as Ruby was concerned - she addressed Mint’s question, feeling rather guilty for having to ask anything else of them. “I’m… sorry, I know you said you didn’t mind, with me asking for things, but I’m not really used to it so it’s hard not to feel bad. I live alone and have ever since I left home, and I don’t really have any family over here, either, so… I rely on myself, for the most part. But. This is kind of important; the work I do requires me being able to stay in contact with clients, and I left everything back at my apartment before I left last night. Do you have a phone or a laptop or anything? Even if I can just use it briefly to tell them it’ll be a few days before I’m available again.” She sighed, wincing at how acute that sense of guilt was; was she really this out of practice with interacting with other people (in person, at least)?

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint watched her eat awkwardly, unsure of where to look. It was probably rude to stare, but Mint couldn’t help glancing up to her ears every few seconds. They looked so soft and delicate, sprouting from Ruby’s silky blonde hair. They were almost grateful when Ruby addressed them again-

Um...I do h-have a laptop, but...it’s pretty old. O-of course you can use my phone if y-you want. Or if...if you’re okay with it, I c-could go...get your things f-for you. Since you p-probably can’t g-go out for a while.

-Mint’s gaze flicked up to her ears once again. They shifted awkwardly. Was that too weird to offer? They were practically strangers-

It’s really okay. I d-don’t want you to...to have to s-stop your work because y-you’re here. Uh, if y-you just tell me the address, I c-can go get anything y-you need. Do you...maybe have a s-spare key hidden somewhere?

-’If not, I can pick the lock.’ Mint kept silent about that last part. Explaining that particular skillset probably wouldn’t go over well-

[notyandereijustloveyou]

[Txt]: Hi, Grey. Um, I’m not sure if you have any free time soon,, but I finished the necklace. Can we meet up sometime? If it’s not too much trouble. 🌿

[Txt]: Oh Mint! Of course we can meet up, it’s no trouble at all! I’m really excited to see the necklace!! Are you free this afternoon at 3? :)

[lovelylittleweed]

[Txt]: Three works for me. Um...I’m not sure if you were joking before, but...if you still wanted to walk in the graveyard, we could. The weather is nice for it.

[Txt]: Only if that’s okay with you, though! I remember you mentioned something like that...

[lovelylittleweed]

[Roy grunted, struggling to lug a dead body as well as a shovel into the cemetery. Under the veil of darkness, he doubted anyone could see him, but as a result it was impossible for him to tell if there was anyone nearby. Roy shrugged it off; it was 3 am, so the chance that there was someone else in the cemetery at this hour was low. Just a little bit further... get to that empty spot..... *CLANG CLATTER* He tripped over an exceptionally low gravestone, sending the shovel flying into- (1/?)

-into a different grave. The metal connected with the stone, and the sound resonated through the whole cemetery. Panicked, Roy looked around to see if anyone heard. He could just barely make out the silhouette of a person, and they were walking right towards him! It was too late to try to run or hide, they knew he was there.] Um… h-h-hello? Wh-who’s th-th… uh… who’s th-there? (2/2) - 🍨            

-It was late. Too late for anyone to be in the graveyard. The property closed at 10pm. Those suspicious people that overlooked that rule usually didn’t make it to the police. After all, anyone in a graveyard so late must be up to no good. If anyone dug up something they shouldn’t have…it wouldn’t end well for Mint. That’s why, when they heard the familiar clang of a shovel dropped on stone, they reached for their own spade and approached the source of the noise with an eerie calmness in their eyes-

…What are you doing in my graveyard so late?

[sugarandspicecream]

Ah.. Uh… Uh… Umm… I-I.. N-N-Nothing…?

-Roy cringed when he gave the worst possible answer he could’ve given. They stepped forward, allowing the moonlight to illuminate no more than their spade and eyes. Roy dropped the body, allowing him better leverage to grip his shovel in case the person became any more of a threat.-

I-I-I… um.. I c-can explain..? Y-you see, this… uh… I had a p-problem that needed.. uh… d-disposing of.

-Fuck. May as well just dig his own grave now.-

Have… have you ever been in l-love?

-Roy nonchalantly stepped to the side, trying to ensure the body was out of their view.-

A-a-and if y-you.. um.. have, then h-have you ever had an.. uh… h-had a fucking asshole try to g-get in your way?

-Tears spilled from his eyes, sending glistening streaks down his face.-

I-I’m s-sorry. I didn’t want…. th-this.

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint tilted their head, considering the boy. They could certainly relate to his plight, but the fact that they found him meant that he was sloppy. That could implicate the both of them-

You don’t know what I do here, do you? You’re on the wrong side of the graveyard for a body dump. You’ll get him found if you dig there.

-Their grip on their shovel loosened, enough to show that they wouldn’t attack first. Mint stepped closer, gesturing at the body-

“No one will look for a body in a graveyard,” right? That’s why I offer services. Just this once, I won’t charge, but I’ll need the body. Amateur work will stand out. The last thing I need is the police investigating my cemetery. Hand him over and follow me.

[sugarandspicecream]

-Roy wiped his eyes, confusion replacing the tears.-

The wrong… s-side..? Um.. I d-don’t…

-He could see they weren’t trying to threaten him by stepping forward, but years of false kindness still caused him to take an anxious step back in response.-

What k-kind of… uh… s-services do you offer? How w-was..?

-Roy bent down to grab the body, grunting at the weight once again weighing his arms down. Still wary of them, however, he remained in his spot.-

Wh-who are you? H-How would I know th-th.. uh… that you offer “s-services?” And what do y-you mean “your” c-cemetery? Is this some sort of j-joke?

-Confusion was leading to anger, and in turn Roy’s voice grew louder. He was already caught; it just seemed easier to skip to the inevitable rather than beat around the bush and deal with being teased again.-

I’m not g-going anywhere with y-you until you explain yourself.

-He narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip. Blind trust was not something Roy could afford.-

Now.

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint’s eyes narrowed as Roy raised his voice. The last thing they needed was someone hearing a scene and coming to investigate. Mint sighed, trying to keep their voice even despite their nerves slowly ticking up-

Please b-be quieter. First...first of all, this is my cemetery. You’re trespassing on private property. I’m n-not too keen on becoming a suspect because you decided to hide a body on my property.

-It was getting harder to calm their stutter. This boy knew nothing. He could be a threat. But if Mint could just de-escalate the situation, no one would have to die-

...I own and run this cemetery by myself. Sometimes I get requests to...to dig graves “off the record”, for people who n-need to hide mistakes...to hide bodies. Usually people come here because they know I’m good at my job...but I guess you just picked a graveyard at random. I really don’t want the police searching my graveyard b-because you didn’t cover your tracks. I can guarantee he won’t be found if you let me help. Please.

-They extended their hand again, in an offer to carry the body. They tried to keep their posture as nonthreatening as possible. As much as they wanted this to end without a commotion, Mint had already resolved themself. If he still wanted to cause a scene, they would have to kill him. The hand gripping their shovel tightened almost imperceptibly-

[preventive]

[noctislunawitch-deactivated2021]

Victorian Witch. 

[matertnebrarum]

Books aesthetics: The Fall of the House of Usher (Edgar A. Poe 1839). 

 "During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.“

[vintagepales]

“L'amour ne périt jamais”

[schoefisch]

[willowlefay]

[phenix-is-rp-trash]

Um,, e-excuse me s-sir. The cemetery is c-closing soon. 🌿

The cemetery was one of Mal’s favorite places.

He’d overheard other people wax poetic about soaking up rays while laid out on the beach, but when it came to what got him going the only place better than a fucking graveyard full of mourning relatives and loved ones was probably chilling in the waiting room of a hospital, particularly the emergency room.

One of these things was considerably less conspicuous than the other.

This cemetery was smaller than some of the others he’d paid a visit to, but there were still a substantial amount of mourners throughout the day, more than enough to allow him to steadily bask in the ambient feelings of sorrow, loss, pain, fear… all the essential facets of death.

He leaned against a tombstone, staring up at the sky with a satisfied smirk on his face; ordinarily he’d have attempted to blend in more, but fuck it.

A soft voice marked with a stutter sounded from behind him, and Mal glanced over his shoulder at its owner; a wiry cutie with mousy brown hair that he didn’t quite tower over. Mal flashed them a faint smile, raising a pale eyebrow. “Closing time, for a cemetery? Quite the interesting concept considering its inhabitants are already at rest.”

[lovelylittleweed]

-Mint shifted, avoiding eye contact with the man. He was looking far too relaxed for his surroundings. Something about him set Mint on edge-

It’s more f-for...public s-safety reasons. We lock the g-gates at night so...so no one c-comes in to vandalize anything. Lots of teenagers g-going in on a dare...The dead d-deserve respect.

-The dead didn’t like this man leaning on their graves. It made them restless-

I h-have to close up soon...s-so I need to clear out the c-cemetery.

[dniudsnf]

ig: grey.sin