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The horseman weaves his way through the rather large home, making his way into the kitchen and fixing himself a glass of bourbon.

"Top of the morning to you a l l."

"Ah. Hope, dearest, are we not 'relationship goals' — er, or whatever those youngsters say nowadays."

[@FluteOfHope.] The Being of Passing approached his b e t t e r half and extended a white rose towards her, bowing politely, "Mi amor."

"Greetings, world."

[@FluteOfHope.] "... A b e a u t i f u l rose for a beautiful woman," The male exclaimed, wearing a proud smirk on his rather boney (...)

[@FluteOfHope.] face, taking a couple of steps forward so he could snake the length of his arms around her petite waist.

[@FluteOfHope.]

"Good morning, Son of God."

"Simply peachy, my friend. And you? All is well, I hope?"

[@FluteOfHope.]

The ghostly beings just sort of appears out of thin air with his margins pulled upwards in an amused smirk, "Good evening."

"I apologize for my lack of being here — holidays are quite the pain in the rear."

[@FluteOfHope.] Emerges from the very air that you have been breathing, a weak smirk tugging at the corners of his withered (...)

[@FluteOfHope.] mouth, "Mi amore~" He cooed as he stepped out from the depths of the shadows, arm extended to caress your cheek.

[@FluteOfHope.] "... Indeed I have, my dearest. Yet I find myself without an explanation," Withdrawing his pale appendage, (...)

[@FluteOfHope.] the male sighed. That weak smirk slowly slipped away from his features, "I seek only your forgiveness."

—|| I may redo this account. Keep everything the same of course. I feel as though I just need a fresh start.

-|| @FluteOfHope I'm gonna message you! One sec! :D