Lestat hacks a bough off another pine tree, then another.
"Do you think it sings?" He asks, flipping the boughs to break them over his knee to shorten them. "I wonder if there are any words."
As a final touch, he arranges the pine branches behind the corpse's head, cradling in the crooks of his arms. The effect would be better with other trees. He looks more like a moth than a deer.
"There." He turns away from it, happy enough to leave it behind. "That's behind us. Would you walk with me towards town? Or do you have a little hideaway to return to?"
cw: mutilation of a corpse
"Do you think it sings?" He asks, flipping the boughs to break them over his knee to shorten them. "I wonder if there are any words."
As a final touch, he arranges the pine branches behind the corpse's head, cradling in the crooks of his arms. The effect would be better with other trees. He looks more like a moth than a deer.
"There." He turns away from it, happy enough to leave it behind. "That's behind us. Would you walk with me towards town? Or do you have a little hideaway to return to?"