Dark Thoughts

Proclaimed hauntings, lost souls, the living all too willing to delve into the abyss and stray directly into death’s ever gaping maw. Woven tales far too tantalizing to ignore with each whisper caressing the doctor’s ears only further fueling their interest. Sparking desire for all which may unfold beneath those shadowed canopies. The need to see it for themself undeniable. To behold the destruction, the downfall, the demise of beings who dared to venture forth. It was more than one could bare. Riveting. Is what it was. Even a passing thought of just what may be found there eliciting a soft breath to roll from their lips.

Rumors of wealth lured many, however, they sought greater opportunities; those wrought from another’s foolishness. Something Dantès was more than eager to take advantage of. Dead men told no tales after all. Not of how they fell nor what became of them after the fact. It was all up to those clinging to life to weave their stories whenever they came upon profound discovery. Musing which bid their smile to widen before mismatched gaze flickered upon an ever dutiful assistant. Their own pace staggered compared to the timid girl’s steps and yet she remained near enough to touch.

All they had to do was lean, to reach out - and so they would; a frame drifting just enough for fleeting touch to brush against fur. Bid for her focus despite contact being stolen away in nearly the same instant when balance partially faltered. Still they knew it would be enough for this one had grown used to their… peculiarities, so to speak. Though even before eyes may flicker upon them lyrics dripped freely, “Did you remember to bring the needed supplies dear Aurora?”

Those they’d instructed for one to bring in case of ‘medical emergency’ and yet aiding any they crossed paths with hardly lingered at the forefront of the doctor’s mind. However, it was an excuse given to her. Experience gained first hand, a chance to prove to them everything she’d learned. Even if it spelled out a stranger’s inevitable demise. “We should not be far from it now,” not if intel gathered upon stray whispers truly held merit.