[Lovecraft is trudging along the corridors, winding and waxing, and doing his best to ignore the rumors. All this undue attention is making him itch, so he's beelined to somewhere quieter, which would be...well, where the graves are.]
[He's just curled up in front of his one like a black cat in a makeshift bed, only opening up a weary eye when he hears Solomon come closer.]
What is it.
[He's just curled up in front of his one like a black cat in a makeshift bed, only opening up a weary eye when he hears Solomon come closer.]
What is it.
...Okay.
[He's still a little hesitant, hand sort of hovering.]
[Lovecraft moves it forward, splaying it on the other's chest before...it sinks, to his surprise.]
[He blinks, fingertips touching something firm.]
There's...something here. I have to pull out, yes...?
[He's still a little hesitant, hand sort of hovering.]
[Lovecraft moves it forward, splaying it on the other's chest before...it sinks, to his surprise.]
[He blinks, fingertips touching something firm.]
There's...something here. I have to pull out, yes...?
[He wonders if it must hurt. Regardless, he came this far. He grasps it, and pulls.]
[And coming from his chest, like some kind of magic trick, is ab unbloomed rose. Lovecraft stares at it, turning this way and that.]
It feels like a real...flower.
[The next step is...to put it in the hair, right?]
[He moves to do so, tucking it above the man's ear.]
[And coming from his chest, like some kind of magic trick, is ab unbloomed rose. Lovecraft stares at it, turning this way and that.]
It feels like a real...flower.
[The next step is...to put it in the hair, right?]
[He moves to do so, tucking it above the man's ear.]
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