WeepingWisteria

Heliodor Everett was barely with this man anymore. It was all becoming a bloodstained haze. ”Do you know what they want from you, Everett?” A young Heliodor Everett, ten years ...

How so?

Dima hummed in response.

Dima hummed. Well, here are mine. Carry on.

Dima stepped beside Kate, peering down at her work. My brother is the tech expert, but he's taught me more than a few things. Hopefully, I'm of use to you.

Dima nodded. So. How can I help?

Oh. Your version of our Divine Darks, then.

XDDD The nurse nodded. "Come in, then." Hev was curled on the bed, still refusing to uncover his ears. Everything was still so, so loud.

A nurse opened the door. "Are you Mr. Lee's family?"

Demons? Dima furrowed her eyebrows. I'm not quite sure I know what those are.

The receptionist nodded. "I heard he hasn't been reacting well, so that might be helpful. He's currently in Room 4C.

Green's a fine choice as long as it isn't black. My death would scoff at that.

A consistency, then. Is he obsessed with the color yellow?

Dima hummed. He's pretty different from my death. She always seems on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

Dima looked to the left, following Kate's gaze.