- connecting-melodies
- agonixia
- p-syonics
- thehuntressofthenight
- destiniesforevertwined
- quint-e-s-s-e-n-c-e
- milomonroe
"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.”