09-08-2018, 06:05 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —//Retro to the fire.
Peytriviing had told him to host a vigil for the deceased members of the group. It hadn't sounded too difficult of a task, plus it sounded kind of fun that he got to decorate a place that was usually seen as grim and full of sorrow. Stockholm had grabbed a small basket and he had filled it up with red roses he had found not too far away from the mansion and he had gathered a whole bunch of white scented candles. Of course, he had decided to wait until sunset to head to the graveyard, as he felt like that was needed.
One by one, the young male scattered every rose across every grave of the deceased- before he neatly placed the scented candles in every corner of the graveyard. Ah, he had somewhat made this place look better, though he wasn't too sure what the others would think of his work. Would they like it or would they happen to hate it?
Peytriviing had told him to host a vigil for the deceased members of the group. It hadn't sounded too difficult of a task, plus it sounded kind of fun that he got to decorate a place that was usually seen as grim and full of sorrow. Stockholm had grabbed a small basket and he had filled it up with red roses he had found not too far away from the mansion and he had gathered a whole bunch of white scented candles. Of course, he had decided to wait until sunset to head to the graveyard, as he felt like that was needed.
One by one, the young male scattered every rose across every grave of the deceased- before he neatly placed the scented candles in every corner of the graveyard. Ah, he had somewhat made this place look better, though he wasn't too sure what the others would think of his work. Would they like it or would they happen to hate it?