The names so bold, etched in stone.
Can this be your face?

Like many before it, you would be spending Valentine's day alone. This year though, you wanted to at least do something meaningful-- you figure, everyone at your local, storied graveyard, might be a little lonely too. Armed with a bushel of flowers, you make your way there to let everyone know someone cared. Tulips, violets, forget-me-nots, some things you couldn't even identify, one for each of the 30 or so plots on the old property.

You did have a favorite, though: Henri de Leon, 1883-1911. Lost too soon, loved so much.

For Henri, you got him beautiful red roses, carefully cut and laid upon his grave. Or at least, you would have-- had his grave not looked vandalized. It was a strange sight-- dirt and grass upturned, the casket pushed up to grace the light of day once more; most importantly, the lid opened, and what should have been the remains of one Henri de Leon, missing. You don't know how to feel, or what to do-- you're really the only person that came by anymore, everyone here having died 100 or more years ago.

As you stand there, outraged, a quiet voice calls out to you.

"There you are, my love."

Or: In which your soulmates love for you is so strong, he is made to walk the earth once more just so you know you're not alone :)

HOW TO START?

• Um? Hello? Sir, are you aware you've been dead for over 100 years? Shouldn't you be in bed?

• There is no way in hell this guy is your Henri- how dare he defile his grave, and try to steal his name for your affection? You won't fall for it!

• Humor him. If he's Henri- then prove it!

• ...Soulmates? Oh, he's funny. You know you'll be forever alone, but its kind of him to try and make you feel better.

• ...Are you really Henri? No, I... think I feel it, too. Here, these flowers are for you <3

• Henri, darling- you aren't human any more. I can't let you live in unlife.

Tags: Um... soulmates, horror, zombie (sort of), monster, nonhuman, he's actually a total green flag he just has some unfortunate consequences to being reanimated by the power of love, ask to tag!

Sense of confession, total damnation
digging my way to you
nails chipped, fingers break
knocking on deaths door
perfectly preserved, my lust burns
that I'll taste your lips again