Nightmares and Lonliness (Rue) [open]

Taryn looked simply and emotionlessly upon the small grave. She knew it was shallow and only she was touched by the girl inside of it. It didn't hurt, standing above Avon's grave, not after all this time. She couldn't emerse herself in a little girl that was gone, gone before she was there.

The night was warm, or warmer than it had been. She had been able to go without a jacket, even though her dress was sleeveless. Taryn was dressed sadly, simply, but beautiful. While Avon had never quite been entirely sane, she had once said that if she was to die, she wanted Taryn to be beautiful if she had to be sad. It hadn't made sense, at the time, but Taryn followed her sister's wishes to the best of her ability. It wasn't as if anyone could see her here, trapped in her nightmares. Alone.

Little did she know, she was not alone.

Outfit!

Ryan aparated into the Catacombs, the night was warm alot different to the English weather he was use to. Earlier in the week he had an interview for the Divination position at Durmstrang, being a Seer he predicted that he would get the job but he decided that he would predict the weather for the following week, hoping these warm days and nights would continue, but to do this he was going to use the moon

Ryan walked through the graves and noticed a young girl standing in front of a small grave, he gave a polite smile as he passed her he was making his way up to a small hill, where he could get a better view of the moon. Ryan reached the top of the hill, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, he was clearing his mind before the reading something he did often

Taryn's eyes flashed over to the man smiling at her, and she found them staying on him. He was...unfamiliar. It made Taryn uncomfortable, to know that this man was smiling at her when she did not know him. Taryn wondered why he was here, in the catacombs. It had always been an escape for her, because no one disturbed the mourning.

But Taryn found herself curious, or at least inquistive. She followed him a small way up the hill, and then stopped in her tracks. She narrowed her eyes on the strange man and said, loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to disturb the dead, "Who are you?". It was against Taryn's nature, to stand there and let the strange man go without knowing who he was.