Alfred reaches his spectral hand out towards Herbert, sorrow sinking deep through him. He moves to pet his head, but his hand goes right through, and he pulls back with a little yelp. The stranger claps an ice cold hand on his shoulder, whirling him around, pulling him against their broad chest and grabbing their wrists.
"...When your moment has come, your expression speaks for you," he hums, quietly, under his breath. The Reaper raises a brow. Alfred suddenly plants his feet, breaking from the grip. Taking the lead. He sings louder now, echoing through the crypt.
"And the person you like understands what you say - and even if you would be silent...."
He dips the Dark Prince, knitting his brows together, resolve in his face.
"...Your heart reveals there is love in you...that doesn't want to keep quiet."
It's then that he notices a dark red ribbon, tied about his throat, trailing into the casket, the other end tied to Herbert's wrist. Helping the Reaper back to their feet, Alfred smiles apologetically. "He needs me. Someone finally needs me."
He grabs the ribbon.
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Unfortunately for Alfred, all of his impressive, romantic spiritual journey is not what Herbert gets to see. What Herbert gets to see is Alfred suddenly straightening like a bolt, breaking his rigor like the sound of kindling getting snapped, and immediately hitting his head against the side of the stone casket.
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Date: 2021-11-28 02:54 am (UTC)"...When your moment has come, your expression speaks for you," he hums, quietly, under his breath. The Reaper raises a brow. Alfred suddenly plants his feet, breaking from the grip. Taking the lead. He sings louder now, echoing through the crypt.
"And the person you like understands what you say - and even if you would be silent...."
He dips the Dark Prince, knitting his brows together, resolve in his face.
"...Your heart reveals there is love in you...that doesn't want to keep quiet."
It's then that he notices a dark red ribbon, tied about his throat, trailing into the casket, the other end tied to Herbert's wrist. Helping the Reaper back to their feet, Alfred smiles apologetically. "He needs me. Someone finally needs me."
He grabs the ribbon.
---
Unfortunately for Alfred, all of his impressive, romantic spiritual journey is not what Herbert gets to see. What Herbert gets to see is Alfred suddenly straightening like a bolt, breaking his rigor like the sound of kindling getting snapped, and immediately hitting his head against the side of the stone casket.
"SCHEIZE-"