𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡

MICHAEL is an UNKNOWN year old DEMISEXUAL, GENDERLESS, HE/HIM, ARCHANGEL. Some people say they look a lot like CHRIS HEMSWORTH. They are COURAGEOUS but can be TEMPERMENTAL. They are WITH Heaven. They are looking to become a GUARDIAN ANGEL.

“I know but you did it for me. Most people would have looked at me like I’m dumb for not knowing how to change one.” She replied with a shrug. Sofia often care too much about what others thought about her. The answer was yes. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.” 

“You’d be surprised, changing light bulbs is my most popular request.” Unsure of what to do with himself without a task to complete, Frederick shoved his hands into his jean pockets and shrugged. “Lots of people in this town don’t know how to do it. The funny looks might have just been ones of silent embarrassment.” His head inclined as he smiled. “Trust me, you’re not bothering me.” In fact, Frederick was desperate to keep himself occupied, having been used to the rigid and structured life of a soldier.

Rune was pretty much minding his own business, well as much as he could. He liked to observe, he always thought that watching might lead to some information he could use. He was busy watching her stumble and fall, not one to really offer help unless he had to. Still he should really help so when she apologised, he shrugged and bent to help her.

“I’m fine, not sure the same can be said about your boxes Moira.”

He knew her from the cult, and Rune had been in Shadowridge for a good few years. He’d practically been groomed by these people.

“What’s in here?”

Moira’s features lit up even further upon realizing who had crossed her path. Rune, with his tall slender stature, long limbs, and fine features made him the object of desire for many cult members, especially amongst her circle of friends. Although, Moira thought him most suitable for one or both of her children. “A week's worth of meals for my darling litter of pups,” she replied, accepting the parcels of meat with a bashful smile. “I have gotten myself into a terrible habit of purchasing perishables all at once ever since Alfred brought home that marvelous icebox.”

The memory of her late husband bringing home a refrigerator caused her smile to wane, a pang of nostalgia hit her hard, her heart aching for the man. She shook her head, a forced smile now on her lips. “Perhaps I’ll feed this box to the lake,” she mused, pressing the last of the scattered meat into the box, “I’m sure it hasn’t been well fed in quite some time. Rune, if it isn’t too much to ask, could you help me with these?” She began stacking the other boxes on top of one another before turning to point to her hearse. “My carriage is just right here.”

Sofia wondered thru the town in search of signal. Every call, text, snapchat, and DM wasn’t working. None of them were going through. Maybe it was the location she told herself. Glued to her phone Sofia kept walking. Then suddenly she bummed into someone. She watched as the lady’s papers flew out of it’s box. “No it’s my fault. I’m so sorry ma’am.” She bent down and picked up what looked like meat. “Yeah I’m all good, you alright?” She asked. 

“Non-sense, my dear. This is simply what happens when one doesn’t accept a butcher’s offer of assistance.” Moira replied with a small smile. The wax paper crinkled under her fingertips as she took the brisket from the girl’s grasp, gently placing it back into the box it had fallen out from. With the way the girl spoke and her rather peculiar clothes, Moira thought it safe to assume this was a newcomer. “Now aren’t you simply darling! May I ask, Where dost thou hail from?”