#and gets jumpscared by cyrus being there ofc so he spills the beer and it goes all over themmys grave

[sidesteppostinghours]

WIP wednesday

ohoho first wip wednesday on this account. thank you for tagging @idlenight :D i dont know whos already been tagged uhhhhhh,,,, you there🫵 your turn

i saw aurrie tagging this post as sidestep and it unlocked a memory of a super old wip of mine so its sad cyrus hours besties

also its important to me that you all know that the doc title for this is '"i had a funeral???" logical conclusion turns into "i have a grave?????"'

This was stupid. He was stupid. He should turn around. Leave. Now.

Cyrus was never one for sentiments. He learned early on that people like him didn't deserve much to begin with– mourning the loss of something was pointless when it was a miracle to even have it in the first place. Especially now. Sentimentality would kill him, he knew that. The farm made sure of that much.

But he was here, in front of a headstone labelled "In loving memory of Anathema", gingerly setting down a pot of daisies. His favourite. 

The grave was underwhelming for the kind of person Themmy was. It was tended to, at the very least. A little bit dusty, which Cyrus had frowned at and dusted off, but remembered. There was only one other pot of paper daisies next to Cyrus' own. He cursed whoever placed them for not caring enough to give real flowers, and himself for not being able to give more.

Cyrus couldn't give a rats ass about the rangers. All of them left him to rot; he was simply returning the favour. But Themmy… Themmy was kind. He didn't deserve Cyrus' anger. Or what happened to him. Cyrus wasn't a good person, but he hoped that Anathema could appreciate what little he had to give.

Of course he would. Anathema was not a selfish man.

He sat cross-legged in front of the headstone, taking out a few chocolate eclairs from a plastic bag.

"Hey, Themmy," he whispered quietly.