#//accusing you of murder. just normal thingz

[calvariae]

@necronomiikon​ // sylvia + mithra 

Potential grave digging to gardening in her spare time- Sylvia felt like watching someone put a different mask on and off every time you blinked. Plants like this didn’t grown in the snow up north, but he knew enough from traveling around that these were just for show. If they could be used as part of a spell or curse, a cure or some other, that would make sense. Kneeling on the cobbled garden floor next to Sylvia, he examined the piles of dirt she’d been digging  up. 

Poking at a flower like it had personally insulted him, he snapped the bud from the stem. “For what purpose do you take care of these things. I don’t even think you can use this one for a potion.” Twirling the quickly wilting plant, he placed the end against his tongue and frowned on contact. 

“Not even poison.” But even as he was insulting it, he carefully aligned the broken bit in his hand with the stem he’d taken it from, pressing his fingers together and letting go once the flower was healed. 

“But I guess if it makes you happy, that’s purpose enough to exist.” 

...

“Are you burying a body.”