( Vikram Ft. Greer ) - Blog Posts
vikram’s mind hasn't stopped racing since the news of alaina price's body. there was too much to do. preparation to make, unwanted visitors to turn away, worried townspeople to ease. it wasn't just a death. it was a murder. a horrendously obvious act of violence that vikram somehow had cover up for the wake. but how do you make tragedy look presentable? a familiar voice echos down the hallway, pulling vikram from his pacing around the office to look up and meet pleading eyes. “oh! of course.” he’s quick to take the cup of coffee from greers hand, frantically looking around for a safe place to place it as if he didn't own the place and settling for an empty coffin left on its side that he has yet to bring to the main room storage room. it was next on his to-dos he swears! “wait— let me help.” he reaches for the smaller hand, fingers carefully prying open the clamped grip that threatens to tear dark locks out of greer's head. new target acquired, vikram can feel blair’s sticky fingers grab hold of his index and middle, keeping him locked by greer’s side. a chuckle escapes him then, as he leans slightly towards blair. “hi.” a whispered greeting, paired with a nervous smile as he playfully waves their tiny first. he turns to greer next, meeting the younger man's warm brown with tired, sleep-deprived black. “good morning, greer. it's really good to see you.” and he means it. "would you like some breakfast? i was about to whip myself up something." vikram doesn't have the stomach to eat yet but if greer and blair joined him then he would be more inclined to try.
𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 : greer & vikram ( @brntout ) !
𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿: 6:43am.
𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: funeral home.
* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ﹕ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 which of the rare locations the world has to offer is classified as inappropriate for children, especially those in redcreek that stay stagnant. save for the trickle of new industries that try to make a mark in the rural town. unfortunately for the one of them today's plus one isn't nour, despite her still persistent & blunt nature. this morning's guest is his ten month old niece. chubby hands are reaching out toward greer's face as they walk through heavy doors, splintered wood creaking underneath them as he tries to avoid getting his eyes poked out. ❛ i know baby. ❜ blair's got one of his curls now as she bounces in her chest carrier, tugging with the strength that most toddlers acquire: the brute force of a hundred fucking lions. greer's stifling the cuss word that threatens to cross his tongue by simply biting it & letting out a wince. ❛ vik, you mind takin' this while i get mauled for a sec ? ❜ he calls out, hoping the man will save the boiling coffee that threatens to overspill with blair's movements & singe his hand to bone. an added bonus ? it serves as this morning's gift for the absolute hell he's undoubtedly already enduring with the news. greer can only guess the diversity of company that'll be searching the home & cemetery an equal opportunity to sniff out the investigation; journalists, wannabe crime sleuths, police, even spunky tourists who take murder scenes as fun museum tours.