#mourningpurifier

(Starer for mourningpurifier.)

“Batiste...” It would do all well to ignore his nervous fidgeting. “May I request a word?”

hope you like it, yume!! ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

do hope you feel better, yume! you’re a precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, to pure (ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡

“ Are you some kind of a chimera? “

The snow only seemed to grow worse and soon enough it turned into a weak blizzard. It goes without saying that the two purifiers lost each other in the storm. All of the trees looked the same and there was no way to tell where Michael went as the snow already covered his footprints. Calling out was an option, though the blizzard was loud and it was doubtful his voice would carry far.

[The face of a smug yet annoyed ghost had to be drawn. This is literally the only expression I could picture him with in that reply]

For mourningpurifier/aspectersruler, Elliot and Batiste!