#askidvgravekeeper

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

(mun:YASSSSS MORE ANDREWSSS)

The stranger is found after some time, the brows of the pale man knitting as it dawns on him that he had likely been lingering for some time. For how long, he dreaded to know. He just knew he was there, staring, and it was enough to feel like all that fell under his gaze was burning.

To shield himself, the worn shovel was brought up to hide his gaunt face and his eyes were cast to the ground. His stomach was churning as his mind spiraled through the many reasons he may be staring, but eventually his tongue remembered how to form words.

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘...? 𝕬 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗...?

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"𝖂hy do you..."

The survivor bristled as he processed such a refutation, having yet another response he expressly wanted to avoid with his snapping. It was followed by a subtle squint, his gaze thorny to match his pale rose eyes.

He could not discern whether or not he was genuine. Perhaps he was simply unable to pick it apart from the many years of cruelty thrown at him. Whether or not the words were kind or barbed, of course, it did not matter. Regardless, any set of eyes laying upon it burned the moment he felt them upon his wretched skin. He cared so little for these sorts of compliments because of this, and so he could not find it within him to entertain them.