She has many faces(Private)

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]truth be told, the graveyard was not his favorite place to be. though it was peaceful during the day, it still creeped him out to no end, with the angel statues dotting the grounds. he hated statues. why did they have to have so many?

the tuxedo was silent as he made his way down the path, sighing as the trees opened up over the cemetery and the warmth of the sun hit his back. blue eyes drew slowly over the headstones littering the area, eventually coming to stop on the form of a cat, sitting quiet among the graves. he couldn't help but get the chills at the sight; people sitting alone in graveyards was never a good thing, unless they were putting down flowers or something. still, he approached, probably against his better judgement. he wasn't keen on socializing anymore—he was so damn tired, and he'd spent four or five years of his life in isolation. interacting with others didn't come as smoothly to prestige now as it had in the past, but there he was, slowly padding over to this stranger.

prestige paused a generous distance away, watching her for a moment, before softly clearing his throat. a subtle way of alerting her of his presence, as he didn't want to scare her. "hello."