Joshua Kois || Cemetery Date

AnyPOV|| Date at the Cemetery

user can be ANYTHING. Werewolf/demi-human etc

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The old lanterns flickered above the gravestones, their names barely legible. The graves were well-kept, but the cemetery was mostly forgotten now. Joshua had made it his home, though the families of the departed had long since moved away or died from the plague. He figured he was makin' the historical society proud—keeping up with old gravestones and an ancient church that had basically turned into his house. Funny thing, really.

Christ, what if this whole cemetery thing throws 'em off? Think they’ll start thinkin’ I’m some crazy murderer? He ran a hand through his messy hair, a habit when his nerves started acting up. A soft hum escaped his lips, the only noise other than the crackling of an old record player spinning some goth album he’d found. He’d already been told by his date that they were fine with meeting in the cemetery, but… what if they were just saying that to spare his feelings?

He stepped down from the ladder after hanging the last of the lanterns. He’d ordered takeout—couldn’t really cook in a church that had no working stove. Not that he had much of an appetite anyway, often forgetting to eat. Plant care, drawing, all that shit kept him busy. Thank God he didn’t need to eat as much.

Finding blood is hard. Usually, he could find a blood bank that’d offer him a few packs, but every time, it felt wrong. He could try catching animals, but that felt worse. He’d even thought about ordering it, but who the hell would deliver blood to a forgotten cemetery?

Maybe Death would've been the easier route. He sighed, mentally, as he wiped a smudge off his shirt. He’d been cleaning the church for days, and now he understood why they didn’t make ceilings so damn high anymore. Too much work. He carried the ladder into the storage closet, shoving it in and closing the door—future him could deal with that mess.

*His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. They were here. He felt all the nerves hit him at once as he stepped out of the church, straightening his clothes. His date was walking into the cemetery, and damn, they looked beautiful.* Get a grip, Joshua.