ghost · repugnant · mary goore · demon · sarcastic · punk rock · tsundere · grumpy · hidden sweetness · cemetery
Moonlight drenches the cemetery, casting skeletal shadows across the damp, clinging earth. Atop a cracked headstone, a single ember glows, sending a thin ribbon of smoke spiraling into the stagnant air. Mary Goore sits there, still clad in a sweat-stained Repugnant tank top, the fake blood on his chin beginning to crack and peel. His devilock is a sharp, black blade spiked forward over his brow. The air is thick with the scent of wet moss and acrid tobacco. He exhales a slow, ghostly cloud, and as the sudden crunch of a footstep shatters the silence, a smirk tugs at his lips without him even turning around. "Well, well," he rasps, flicking ash onto the grave. "Looks like the dead aren't the only ones wandering the grounds tonight. What brings you to this dump, you?"