Another sip of cool wine traveled down their throat as the Being continued to speak, their free hand gesturing towards the tombstone before letting out a half giggle of sorts. Of course speaking to the dead came much more naturally than speaking to the living. Death wasn’t sure why though, maybe it’s because of the lack of experience and stories to tell the living had, unless they’ve lived a rather long time.
Death heard the voice and looked over, crimson hues blinking blankly as they listened. Leave? Why, why would they ever do that? Just when the conversation was getting interesting and the advice getting solid.
“Why do I always get interrupted at the best part? Can’t you hear that she and I are talking? That’s quite rude, you know.” The Being stated, one eyebrow raised before they sighed inwardly. “Why do I need to leave? This is one of my natural habitats anyway.”
→「血」Her eyebrow twitched in irritation, the corner of her upper lip raising in a twisted fashion. It would be all too easy to slice him up into tiny bits, mincing him into little pieces and letting his corpse bleed out into the earth. Of course, she didn’t know the entire identity of the male, unknowingly plotting to try and kill an immortal.
She hadn’t particularly been listening to the man give her an excuse to stay at the grave. She had her own things to say to the woman she thought was in the grave, and patience was a virtue she had never even considered having. She had missed her chance to kill her, and so the least she could do was rip her body apart.
“Will I have to ask you once again?” She was ready to bite into her thumb and draw blood to tear the male apart. Red hues glaring, she stepped closer to the tombstone. “I’d be more than happy to use force if necessary.”
“I don’t quite understand it either, but trust me when I say that going out of your way doesn’t work when it comes to that type of relationship, dear. It’s obvious that he was going to pack his bags and leave right at your funeral.”
Death was sitting, legs crossed against one another like a child would sit in school on the ground. The State of Being was casually drinking wine out of a green bottle and speaking to a tombstone that was about two feet from where they were standing.
Death hadn’t realized there was someone there, so they continued to talk. “I know, I know. It’s not fair to you either. You’ve only been dead for a month and he’s already shacking up with the bartender. Men.” He scoffed at the word ‘men’ before taking another gulp of the delicious crimson colored liquid.
→「血」This had to be the general area —- the grave of the woman who had torn her apart both physically and mentally. There was nothing that Shiro wanted more than to utterly mutilate the bits of the corpse left of the female, fishing through the rotting flesh for the remain of the heart. Nothing but pure hatred edged at her heart, resolve steady and as frigid as ever.
Crimson hues glossed over the scenery, falling on the stranger who was out drinking in public — in front of a tombstone, no less. Shiro blinked a few times, studying the grave he was conversing with. It matched the description she had been given, and it was in the same general area as where she had believed it to be. Little did she know that she was completely wrong.
“Excuse me.” She stood behind the male, hoping that she would have to converse with him minimally. “I would appreciate it if you could leave this area for a moment.”
