you decided to take a visit to your parents graves. You sit down beside the cold mossy stones, flowers in hand as you felt the dew from the grass soaking into your jeans. You couldn’t help but just find peace in knowing they're still by you, even if it means under the dirt.

Conan on the other hand sat at a tree in the graveyard, he wasn't doing anything. He seemed to notice you through the thick foggy air, brushing away his fringe from his eyes as he glanced through the fog to see you sitting at a grave silently, he grew curious as he watched you, wondering why you seemed so..strange in a way

unable to help himself for much longer, he rose to his feet and tried to sneak a little closer, all while trying to stay hidden