forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

"Well do you want to have one or not?" He asked gently.

"Yeah.", she said quietly.

(do you want to skip to right after the funeral? or when else?)

Macha leaned her back against the stone wall surrounding the cemetery, choking back tears. The image of two men lowering her father’s dead body into a hole was branded into her mind, as were the words on his gravestone.
(Are they going to have a funeral for Tyler’s dad too?)
(Also I’ll post a link of what her dress looks like in a sec, her hair is up in a low bun btw)

It’s this except the collar isn’t lace https://m.sammydress.com/product2051545.html

(probably not since 1. tyler killed him and 2. he was a horrible person)
(pretty dress also)

Tyler stood next to her, holding his jacket in one hand and her hand in the other. "Do you want to stay a little longer?"

(Oof And Thanks)

Macha shrugged, trying desperately not to dissolve into tears. “Whatever you want.”, she said quietly, eyes fixed on the gravestone about fifty metres away. She’d been alarmed when she’d seen the cost of the coffin, gravestone, and the cost of her dress, but Tyler had waved her concerns away. Hans Rosendorfer has been buries next to two other gravestones, one reading “Emilie Rosendorfer, and the other “Vivienne Delacroix”, a family that she would never be a part of.

"C'mere." He put his arms out and held her close to him, feeling her immense grief.

Macha melted into his embrace, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm sorry for being so weak.", she whispered into his chest.

(yeyeeysss and yeah that would be so cute)
(we can time skip to then after a couple more posts if you want)

"You're the strongest person I know.." He replied, meaning every word.

(sure!)

Macha only shook her head. "That's you."

(want to just skip now or do a few more posts?)

(sure!)

Macha was on her knees next to a cardboard box, trying to carefully place framed pictures in it without breaking any.

(thx :)

"Is that you?!" Tyler bent down next to her, pointing to one of the pictures.

(np :)

Macha smiled sheepishly, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah.. I was two years old in that, if I'm not mistaken." The picture was slightly faded and crumpled, and depicted her staggering around in pursuit of a tabby kitten. She didn't have stone skin yet, and her hair was still blonde, but her eyes were the same, although a lot happier.

"You look so cute!" He exclaimed, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek multiple times.

Macha would've blushed if she could, instead she smiled bashfully and rubbed at the back of her neck. "Thanks." She closed the box, taped it up, and carefully picked it up. "That's the last of it."

"Are you going to sell the house?" He asked, looking around the empty rooms.

Macha nodded. "It's the only thing left to do with it. I've started looking at real estate agents and everything, but in all honesty, it's in such bad shape that I doubt anyone will want it." She had already sold the couch and some other furniture that they didn't need.

"I'm sure you'll find someone. There isn't a lot of housing near here anymore."

"Good point." Macha carried the box outside where she stacked into (a moving van?? the back of Tyler's car??) with the others.

(the back of his car I guess)
"You have a lot of clothes." He laughed a little and closed the trunk, getting into the drivers seat.