A doll of my Curiosity Keepers OC (Curiosity Keepers belong to @MissLepusLuna) Otilie visiting her parents’ graves. This maker works really well for her, a lot of the outfits suit her style.
Otilie sat down, her back against the tree, the black velvety fabric of her skirt bunching up around her. She opened the red leather cover of the book and flipped to the first page. She took a breath, and began to read.
(Cont.) âPillars of death.â Her father had once called them. The memory made her just barely smile, and hot tears streamed down her red cheeks. She was surrounded by the cold, grey, slabs of stone, some simple and others beautifully carved. And yet they felt empty to her. Solemn. Perhaps thatâs how remembering those who have passed should be. Her mother and father had disagreed. The tree was alive, growing, changing. Not a marker of death, but a celebration of life. And it was beautiful. (Cont.)
A crisp wind whistled through the barren branches that glowed with the light of dawn. Otilie tightly clutched the book in her hand, despite the growing numbness in her fingers. She took in a sharp breath, and slowly let it out, her breath visible in the cold November air. She placed a rose at the base of the towering oak. Her fingers traced the gold inscription of the plaque, the words inciting a pang of sorrow in her chest. They had never wanted the traditional headstones (cont.)
