Peter
And I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something unfriendly
Everyone else is concerned with the gravestone itself, with Tallulah, but not one of them seems to care about the grave itself. Fresh, new, in a forgotten tunnel of ooze. It sat awkwardly in Pet’s chest, his racing mind belied by the absolute stillness of his body. And I was possessed by something unfriendly
The sanctity of a grave is not something Peter has ever had reason to consider an obstacle before now, a fact that does not change now. While the others fuss over the stone, Pet crouches low beside Sunjata, pressing the tip of his blade into the soft earth and letting it sink into it, slowly, quietly. If there is something there, he should be able to at least bump against it.
Pet ignores the gravestone but pokes his arm blade into the grave itself, trying to see if there’s anything buried/how deep it is. He will stop short of actually touching the dirt with his skin though
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
And that’s how I learned to survive
And that’s how I learned to survive
