04-01-2022, 09:13 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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the graveyard, the cemetary, the final resting place of the dead. it was no stranger to him or to any that he had known. if any had known him, they would have known that the grim resided in the graveyard once himself as well. it had been a place to lay his aching body and broken heart so many years before when he'd lost his husband for the crime the other had committed. it hadn't made the loss any more bearable, or the loneliness of raising their children by himself any less lonely. though, he hadn't been alone. the grims were never far from one another, though he wandered more than the dark beast that had emerged from the graves within tanglewood. not that they were fated or similar, but the caretakers of the dead often had cause to run into each other. so lucky was this encounter that he bore no dead body for burial, rites or otherwise. no, this time he had come for the solemn peace and silence that graveyards often carried within them.
this time the mute had come for the peacefulness of the dead, and to rest his weary body. that was, until he saw a beast he hadn't come across in years. ears swiveling as gray eyes held the dark beast, walking forward as if possessed, his tail swinging slowly. he knew it, as it knew him. they were one and the same yet so different. pushing his ears to full stand, he would nod his head in greeting to ragnar. names weren't needed, the caretakers were creatures of the same darkness. turning his head to cory, amusement on the smaller grim's features before swishing his tail and scratching into the dirt, 'a dealer of the dead.'
the question that he himself had was as to why the other had revealed itself now after so many years of being a silent guardian. not that he hadn't minded it's presence so long ago, back when he'd been able to speak and there had been conversations regarding the dead and lost to the mortals. bittersweet this reunion, his gray eyes holding it's face in an unspoken concern. was ragnar alright? he knew he didn't have much position to question the other, but the gray tabby was glad to see a face that was familiar to him, the sense of heavy loneliness fading once again, as much as it had begun to feel like it was permanent. 'welcome back, ragnar.', he would scrawl once more, directed to the grim he felt a connection to through the years he had spent haunting these graves himself amongst others.
this time the mute had come for the peacefulness of the dead, and to rest his weary body. that was, until he saw a beast he hadn't come across in years. ears swiveling as gray eyes held the dark beast, walking forward as if possessed, his tail swinging slowly. he knew it, as it knew him. they were one and the same yet so different. pushing his ears to full stand, he would nod his head in greeting to ragnar. names weren't needed, the caretakers were creatures of the same darkness. turning his head to cory, amusement on the smaller grim's features before swishing his tail and scratching into the dirt, 'a dealer of the dead.'
the question that he himself had was as to why the other had revealed itself now after so many years of being a silent guardian. not that he hadn't minded it's presence so long ago, back when he'd been able to speak and there had been conversations regarding the dead and lost to the mortals. bittersweet this reunion, his gray eyes holding it's face in an unspoken concern. was ragnar alright? he knew he didn't have much position to question the other, but the gray tabby was glad to see a face that was familiar to him, the sense of heavy loneliness fading once again, as much as it had begun to feel like it was permanent. 'welcome back, ragnar.', he would scrawl once more, directed to the grim he felt a connection to through the years he had spent haunting these graves himself amongst others.
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