Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
He supposes helping maintain the markers of the dead is important, but it doesn't make it any less spooky. The idea of walking over rotting corpses and bones long turned to dust is as unappealing as it comes to him, and the possibility of disturbing them into something that'll rouse as an apparition or zombie, it's nearly too much. It's only the threat of still acquiring their ire through neglect that let's him follow after Flora at all, that and a hopeless attempt to prove to her that he is in fact, not too chicken to manage.
So he's posted up as the designated lookout and flower holder behind her, gaze scanning the distance for anything marginally haunted, when her command to flower her taps on his mind again. "Mm?" he mutters, then seeming to remember turns and sets the petals against her fingers, attempting to get them to snap shut and yank the flower away before she grabs it. The best way to get over being creeped out is to fuck with her, bringing back some normalcy, but unfortunately she's too fast and swipes the stalk away without even seeming to notice he had tried to be annoying. That is infinitely more annoying, and she didn't even try.
He glances down at her instead of resuming his watch as she spins out some wild story, 'brows rising in complete disbelief at her. "What a waste of time," he throws out with a wink, amused enough at himself to laugh. "But no, really, sounds like the kind of petty being in the grave is supposed to be a relief from." Bet he'd been so pleasant to be around the wife made him wait on purpose.
So he's posted up as the designated lookout and flower holder behind her, gaze scanning the distance for anything marginally haunted, when her command to flower her taps on his mind again. "Mm?" he mutters, then seeming to remember turns and sets the petals against her fingers, attempting to get them to snap shut and yank the flower away before she grabs it. The best way to get over being creeped out is to fuck with her, bringing back some normalcy, but unfortunately she's too fast and swipes the stalk away without even seeming to notice he had tried to be annoying. That is infinitely more annoying, and she didn't even try.
He glances down at her instead of resuming his watch as she spins out some wild story, 'brows rising in complete disbelief at her. "What a waste of time," he throws out with a wink, amused enough at himself to laugh. "But no, really, sounds like the kind of petty being in the grave is supposed to be a relief from." Bet he'd been so pleasant to be around the wife made him wait on purpose.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
