#leostarter

(*&* --> open snap)

{ @ofviolentdeath }

It was a grim place, not that she would expect a graveyard to bear separate emotions. Through the fog and the thick winter haze, a familiar figure appeared, drenched in shadows as the evening sun nestled itself behind the trees. Silas slowly propped herself against a headstone, tilting her head to the side, “So you come hear often?” She cooed.