Jun 21, 2020
A Dead Legacy
( @thegreenxrcher )
John stood some paces away from the Queen family graves, nursing a smoke and observing the dip of Oliver’s shoulders.
It was a shite day all around, with grey skies and biting weather, and the winds blew in a strange sort of hollowness that swept across the cemetery. He stayed silent for a time, watching the other mope by a plot of land and engraved stones, and John idly wondered what was the point.
A dead man wasn’t going to appreciate any of this.
