_{@corpsefed​​   /   liked.}

_{though it finds the mortal world quite SLOW,          there is still a peculiar   ROMANCE   attached to cemeteries, it decides,       swaying wordlessly behind the wide,   dark trunk of a gnarled tree.               as far as it can see,     &      as far as it can feel,       there is only    ONE   other being       –      only one other LIVING being,     anyway    –      that steps carefully among tombstones,     and the violator watches them,     watches their movements through the cold, midnight fog.               it cautiously approaches the figure,        a feet or perhaps two behind them,        EXAMINING them.               ‘      what are you         –         what are you doing    ?     ’}