Rooms

Who: Eddie & Muerte
When: recently
Where: Muerte's old funeral home
What: helping along a lost soul~
Warnings: sads. talk of death. cute stuff too.

( She tightened her fingers around his, waiting for that slip of his presence into absence, hung on while the tidal wave of herself and the damaged, lingering souls of Gotham washed over her. )

[Locked to Clementine M]

I'd like to speak to you if you've a moment.

someone missing a wallet?

old.

leather.

theres a picture of some little girl in pointe shoes inside. shes kinda adorable, just saying.

So a magical antidepressant feather turned up in my stuff. I figure somebody might need it back.