#continuuuued

[silenscendo-blog]

♫. ¦ @unforgiventempest from x.

                  HER HEAD SLOWLY shakes when she is asked of her memory from the night before. There was everything that happened before the few drinks she had, and the very blur of the rest of the evening. She’s holding her still throbbing head, shaking it again when asked of her hangover. This time, though, her cheeks turn a ( rosy color due to his slight laughter ) of the night before.

                  COVERING HER FACE out of sheer embarrassment, she points to the notepad beside him. It’s was on her coffee table and it was what she usually used to talk to guests. Hopefully, he’d give her this chance to both respond and explain herself.

[ask-yorick-mori]

cont. 2 Fake-Specter-Ethan

The man was painfully skittish, Yorick had to admit, but polite. “I’ll just have you tend the flowers and the graves then, and no thank you. I have already eaten tonite. Good night, Mr Ethan.” The Gravedigger stood, thoughts swirling around the unanswered question he was asked. 

Isn’t it lonely here? Gods, yes. So painfully lonely, but he grew used to being by himself. Tho more visitors wouldn’t be minded in the least, he had wanted to return to his old life, before his death, where children ran the streets, and merchants in their stalls.

Even with the undercurrent of the evil that lurked beneath the grounds. He closed his bedroom door and sat heavily on his bed. Rest would come to him swiftly, the soft clatter in his kitchen almost like a lullaby to him.

@fake-specter-ethan