The Graveyard | Evening | Tuesday | March 8

[therewaslife]

It seemed that Bod was spending more time in town than in the dorms this week. He didn't exactly know why but it felt right. Despite it being crisp and cool, Bod felt refreshed and comforted when he stepped into the familiar confines of the graveyard. He knew many of the headstones by heart now, could close his eyes and recite the epitaphs quietly before opening them and saying hello to the person buried there.

Bod remembered that it had been a night similar to this when the ghosts had danced the Macabray. He remembered the singing and the dancing, he remembered the Lady on the Grey and the way everything seemed to spark to a different kind of life back then.

Eyes closed, Bod breathed in the cool air and let those memories fill him up. Sometimes, he did think about good things. Sometimes.

[Post is open if anyone's near the graveyard, of course]

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[timedemon.livejournal.com]

And, suddenly, a demon.

Or perhaps not so suddenly, because Chrono knew that tall winged things suddenly showing up in graveyards in the evening would startle most people, so he was careful about that. But he had noticed some activity outside and, feeling that he really had nothing better to do and reminding himself that being a hermit in a church basement was really quite boring, he went to see who it was.

And, discovering that it wasn't Deadpool or his crazy kid, he cautiously breached the silence. "Nice night for a walk?"

[therewaslife]

"I think so," Bod said, turning his head at the sound of the voice. He didn't recognize the other man but he gave him a polite nod and a smile anyway. "Winter seems to finally be leaving us and I'm taking advantage. Good evening, sir."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Chrono nodded stiffly in response. "Graveyard's an interesting place for a walk," he noted. Mostly just an observation. One would think someone who had all of eternity stretching out before him wouldn't bother cutting to the chase, but it was his effort to take Sudden Strange Guy With Wings seem a little less weird with friendly conversation.

[therewaslife]

"For some people," Bod agreed, nodding. "I was raised in one though, back in England. For me, it's like home. There are familiar comforts and familiar connections in them for me."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Raised in a graveyard?" Now that was certainly different. Curious and intrigued, Chrono found himself gracefully finding a seat on one of the headstones as he tilted his head at the boy. "How did that come about? I'm Chrono, by the way. I'm....taking care of the church."

[therewaslife]

"Hullo, Mister Chrono," Bod said, turning more towards him and smiling. "As for your first question, my family was killed when I was very young. The man who...was responsible for that came after me. I somehow made it down to the local graveyard and the ghosts there, they decided to take care of me. They saved my life."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Just...Chrono," he corrected with a bit of a grin. "That was extremely kind of them. Then again, I don't imagine unkind ghosts are the ones to stay obediently in their cemeteries, either."

Which was probably a nicer thing to say than to delve into any of his own ghost hunting, exorcist history.

[therewaslife]

"Not all of them were kind, of course," Bod said, nodding. The ghouls, in fact, had been one of the scariest things he'd ever experienced. "Most of them, though, were just enjoying their afterlife. Them being at peace made it easier to grow up comfortably there."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Your family of ghosts were as lucky as you were," Chrono noted. "Very few of the dead, undead, and sundry are nearly as comfortable, in my experience..."

[therewaslife]

"You've had experiences with ghosts?" Bod asked, interested. He couldn't help it. Hearing about the experiences of other people with ghosts always intrigued him.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Chrono took a moment to stretch his wings out a little more; it was perhaps a dramatic effect he used too often, but it was effective, he felt.

"I'm not exactly from this side myself," he said. "Ghosts, ghouls, ghasts, demons, spirits. You name it, I've probably encountered it. Mine are rarely as pleasant as yours seem from that brief look into your experiences."

[therewaslife]

For a second, Bod fell quiet because his eyes were caught on those wings. He'd seen wings before but they were still a touch fascinating to him.

"My guardian, I think he was similar to you," Bod shared with a slight smile. "He was a member of something called the Honour Guard and, from the scant information I know, he did similar things."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Honour Guard?" asked Chrono, with a soft sound like a wry laugh. "Definitely not much like me, then, I'm afraid. Unless that's an even more pretentious name for a league of exorcists than the Magdalene Order..."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Caroline wasn't in the graveyard, so much as walking past and maybe she sort of thought she heard a familiar voice and...okay she was being nosy and wondering what Bod was doing there and decided to stop.

One hand on her hip, she paused behind him. "Hanging out in graveyards. Did you miss the Mardi Gras memo?"

[therewaslife]

"What's Mardi Gras?" Bod asked, opening his eyes and turning around, thankful to not have been startled enough to trip over his own feet and end up eating dirt. "I haven't heard of that before."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Uhhh..." Did Bod really want to hear Caroline's explanation of this day? "It's a big party in New Orleans they have right before super religious people give up everything fun for a few weeks. I'm not a fan of giving up my fun, but the days of indulgence leading up to it are a total blast with great food and a ton of drinking. Also beads for girls who flash their boobs." Because leaving out that detail would be a sin.

[therewaslife]

And that last little bit was what his mind caught on and what caused his cheeks to pink up a bit. "...are the beads especially amazing? That seems like a rather extreme reaction for beads."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"They're colorful?" Caroline tried, smirking a bit at his pink cheeks and wondering if Bod was in need of a show. "Why, do you have a string on you?"

[therewaslife]

"I have no beads," he said, swallowing a little thickly at the thought. Stupidly, he reached into his pocket just to double check. All he felt was his wallet and phone. No beads.

"I do appreciate the offer though," he said sincerely. "Maybe someone else will have beads for you?"

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Caroline laughed, "Relax Bod, I didn't mean I would flash you. I'm kind of too sober for that, sadly enough. It's too bad there's no party tonight to mark the occasion."

[therewaslife]

"Perhaps people are too busy preparing for the upcoming weekend?" Bod suggested, smiling at her. "Parent's Weekend does tend to busy and stressful."

He paused for a second. "Though, a party might have helped with that."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, good call. Is that what you're doing out here?" Caroline wondered, considering they were in a graveyard and all. Thank God she couldn't see dead people.

[therewaslife]

"Sort of," Bod admitted, nodding. "I was remembering a specific time from back home but my guardian is coming and since we both lived in the same graveyard, being here settles me though I expect this visit won't be as bad as the last."

Of course, he couldn't guarantee that. He hoped Silas behaved.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Well, how was a girl supposed to react if not to make herself comfortable and ask more questions?

"What happened last time?"

[therewaslife]

"Silas and Kate, they didn't get along and it left me in the middle." He waited for Caroline to be utterly surprised about that. And he wondered when even some of his thoughts sounded sarcastic.