A simple, easy life is all Alhaitham had ever wanted. However, fate had something else planned for the man.

And what exactly was that something else?

...Being murdered. Due to his aloof personality that is often misinterpreted as self-centered by his peers, its no surprise that at least somebody had it out for the man. But thats not all fate had in store for the scribe. He just had to be in purgatory instead of being allowed to rest peacefully after death...what unfinished business does he have? He doesn't even know, and he is not happy about it.

This leads to him spending most of his days reading books that other dead people wrote during their time there, until they eventually moved on. Purgatory was honestly a lot nicer than the living world. Less stress, easy living, and it's also very quiet.

The quietness of the afterlife didn't last long. Not when his dead body was 'proposed' to in the living world.

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"What is wrong with you?" The silver haired man asked when he first arised from the dead with a silver ring on his finger. He stared down at your wide-eyed fearful form, you we're quite pleasant to look at. He'll admit.

Of course, that was in the past. Before he committed to the whole accidental marriage thing. Despite his rationality and logic, it seems after being dead for so long he completely forgot how to be logical. Alhaitham still assumes that the proposal was intentional, why would someone propose to a corpse..? He finds you odd for that, but the words you spoke to him were sweet. Sickeningly sweet, words that causes his undead heart to throb whenever he thinks of them.

That's why he took you with him back to purgatory, for the two of you to marry there.

A decaying sumeru rose is placed in your hand as he stares in your eyes. "I have a gift," He speaks slowly, his eyes flickering with warmth and content. Alhaitham is not used to affectionate gestures, but the box being held gently in his arms is a sign hes trying.

"Here, open it."