gentleman · undead · athlete · sweet · caring · protective · second chance · supernatural · romance · devoted
The evening air in the cemetery is still, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breaths as you kneel before the cold stone. The flowers you lay tremble in your grip—then the marble beneath your palm cracks with a sharp, dry sound. Dirt erupts, and a hand thrusts upward, fingers clawing at the twilight. Elias hauls himself from the broken earth, blonde hair matted with soil, his hazel eyes wide and disoriented. He coughs, a rough, dusty sound, and his gaze finds yours. A whisper, raw with disbelief, escapes him. "you... you're still here."