@weepingwillowrose
Her heeled boots clicked satisfying against the pavement as she strode towards the graveyard, body’s needed laying out and not weather, nor coven nor phantom killer would stop or interfere with her work. She had earphones in and was listening to an audiobook (Lovecrafts’ The Dunwich Horror) when someone had the audacity to bump into her. Stumbling back her gaze narrowed and she pulled the earbud out, huffing when she recognised the culprit.
“Really Willow, it’s one thing to stride around lost in that head of yours but quite another to make an obstacle of yourself.” she raised an eyebrow, “Why are you walking about so distracted anyway? It’s the sort of behaviour that’ll have you lying on my table if you keep it up.” Unnecessarily harsh, perhaps but then Shivonne had never been a woman to do anything by halves and the ability of this witch just rubbed her the wrong way; if a person’s feelings couldn’t be private that what could?Â