AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The mention and feeling of spirits wasn't a new thing for the grim, he was used to them - too used to them if you asked him. closing his eyes for a moment as the two spoke of the dead and the respect for them before a third voice joined the fray. opening his eyes as vincent came to join the grouping of bodies, flicking an ear in greeting to the tom. if she had or hadn't raided a grave mattered little to him, he was interested in her ways of releasing the souls. maybe he could stick around her? he could feel the pressure of the spirits that haunted him at his sides at all times, they made it difficult for him to sleep most nights. maybe he could ask her help in asking them to leave him alone.
being a grim, or even one who had cheated death, often meant a closer bond to the dead, to the spirits and souls of those who had lost what they managed to keep. the reaper he had served had been a kind reaper in what they did, they had been a swift and able reaper but a grim was a magnet - souls could not escape a grim in it's harvest. he hadn't harvested souls in any amount of time but they still sought him out to stick to him like burrs, and without a soothsayer or reaper, he was stuck with them even past his own expiration.
being a grim, or even one who had cheated death, often meant a closer bond to the dead, to the spirits and souls of those who had lost what they managed to keep. the reaper he had served had been a kind reaper in what they did, they had been a swift and able reaper but a grim was a magnet - souls could not escape a grim in it's harvest. he hadn't harvested souls in any amount of time but they still sought him out to stick to him like burrs, and without a soothsayer or reaper, he was stuck with them even past his own expiration.
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THE FLOWER BURNS