but don't take the worst for granted

[cadaverdaddy]

Who: Undertaker [thecorpsedaddy] & Gilbert Nightray [retraced]
When: Mid-morning on 7th of January
Where: Around Sectors 4 & 5
Summary: A desperate brother and a herald of death cross paths.
Warnings: Angst, morbidity. Will update if anything else arises.

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[cadaverdaddy]

Undertaker had been rather busy since Christmas had come to an end. January had always been the busiest of months in his profession, what with all that holiday joy gone. Those who had been holding on to see their families one last time finally succumbed to the will of their diseases and nature itself. There were so many death rattles that echoed through his mind that he found it difficult to sleep without aid. The abilities that he'd gained with the awakening of his preternatural state weren't completely under control yet. At least he'd been able to limit the depth that he saw when he looked upon people. People such as

[cadaverdaddy]

Everything Undertaker did, he normally did for the reaction. The more loud and outrageous the response, the more he felt like he'd made an impact on someone's being that was actually alive. However, behind closed doors in his basement, he was strangely tender, but there was no need for anyone else to know that. Certainly not when people like Gilbert and Ciel were surrounding him, willing to being frightened and panicked at the most insignificant little gesture or comment that he made. It was humorous, something beyond so. There was nothing he wanted more than a life full of laughter so strong it made him remember that he actually needed to breathe. Though, in all actuality, he really didn't. But that was besides the point