@corpsefed / liked.
though it finds the mortal world quite SLOW, there is still a peculiar ROMANCE attached to cemeteries, it decides, swaying wordlessly behind the wide, dark trunk of a gnarled tree. as far as it can see, & as far as it can feel, there is only ONE other being -- only one other LIVING being, anyway -- that steps carefully among tombstones, and the violator watches them, watches their movements through the cold, midnight fog. it cautiously approaches the figure, a feet or perhaps two behind them, EXAMINING them. ‘ what are you -- what are you doing ? ’