✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , utp ( @hehates ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : garden memorial
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙻𝚈 turned grave, carmilla tilts her head, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at her lips. " they always come back here , don't they ? no matter how much they think they’ve moved on , the dead always leave a mark. " she sighs , almost theatrically. " pity. some things are best left buried. "










