Softly, off to one edge of the graveyard, a figure clad in pale blues and whites alights on the grass, large white wings beating against the cold air lightly to bring him to a gentle landing. Once grounded, he carefully furls his wings back, folding them flush against his back with a soft
Sigh.
A light smile touches the edge of his lips as he looks around, and he breathes in deeply, enjoying the quiet an peacefulness of the graveyard . From within the pocket of his jacket, he carefully removes a small posie of flowers, lifting them to his nose for a moment before padding softly forward into the yard.
He trails among the gravestones, pausing here and there to lie a flower on a headstone, humming to himself all the while.
Picking his way through the gravestones carefully, eventually Jimin comes to a stop at a large, intricately carved headstone, taller than he is, with gracefully carved ivy vines running up and down it's sides.
He carefully traces the vines with a delicate finger, still humming, before leaning down and plucking a few spare flowers from the ground. He began placing them within the trailing vine, decorating it handsomely for several minutes before stepping back to observe his work with a small, satisfied nod.
He then sat down onto the grass with a soft thud and gazed at the headstone admiringly.
All along did he never notice the demon from afar
