GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

No. [Shut down...] Even if I did, I would not warm you anyway. You would be experiencing the chill of death either way.

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus blows out an exasperated sigh at that, flopping back down. Mostly because his arms are threatening to not support him] Well, then the least you can do is hand me that blanket. [he gestures to it--and ignores the way his hand shakes]

[enigmaster]

...I'm starting to suspect you are trying to turn me into your maid.

[agoodname]

What? I would never. [lsadkhfs he manages a weak smirk, but there's still that coyness behind it, despite the pain he's in] You're the one who won't warm me up. So I have to make do with something droll, like a blanket.

[enigmaster]

[...He grabs the blanket. And tosses it at Osvaldus. Catch.]

[agoodname]

[alskdhfsd guess who's getting a blanket tossed over his head. Osvaldus lets out a squawk as the blanket lands, and then he has to tug on it for a few moments--emerging with a pout as he pulls hit off his head, getting it settled around him and wrapping himself up in it] So mean.

[enigmaster]

Has no one ever told you before? Death is cruel. [...Something about this sight is odd. No. Not odd. That's the wrong word. Annoying? No. It's... ...amusing?]

[agoodname]

[he sighs then, dramatically, put upon as he tucks the blanket under his toes, creating a little cocoon all the way up to his chin] Honestly. Why did you have to be so handsome, then? [pouting!!] It's rather unfair.

[enigmaster]

[That's........ oddly cute.] ...As I've said before, I simply appear as I always have. Whether or not you or anyone else considers that "handsome" is irrelevant.

[agoodname]

Yes, well, I can't be the only one. You are very handsome. I know some people who would spend hours getting ready just to get cheekbones like yours. [he's trying to just...keep talking. It's helping him stay conscious.]

[enigmaster]

[. . .] ...Is there something wrong with the cheekbones they have?

[agoodname]

They're not...hm...defined enough. High cheekbones like yours are considered very handsome these days.

[enigmaster]

...Mortals are very strange. It isn't as if it's possible to get different ones. [He... pauses. And looks Osvaldus over.]

[agoodname]

No, but if you're very clever with your make up, you can use illusion to make it look like you have different ones. [he notices that look over] ....what?

[enigmaster]

[He closes in on Osvaldus, now. Getting... very close, actually. And, uh... touching... his face? And getting extremely close to it. Sup. It's just, you know, Death. Tracing over the sides of your face. ...The touch is... cold, as is to be expected, but careful. Almost gentle.]

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus blinks at that, and freezes, holding very still as Enygma's fingers trace over his face. Huh.] ...wow, you weren't kidding about cold hands. [he musters his strength and lifts a hand to press it over one of Enygma's, holding it against his cheek--and now, he smirks, looking up at him through his lashes, more than a little coy] Do you need me to warm them up for you?

[enigmaster]

...That's literally impossible. [He thinks so, anyway. As he just keeps looking over Osvaldus's face in an almost analytical way.] I don't know what make up is. But your bones look fine to me.

[agoodname]

How do you--[he's about to challenge the impossibility, but stops, blinking, at the compliment--before he suddenly looks rather pleased] Like I said. Flatterer. [he squeezes his hand, keeping it against his cheek] Look at you, just full of compliments. You'd make a boy blush like this.

[enigmaster]

...I'm... stating a fact? [what what is happening he's so confused]

[agoodname]

[alkdshfs Oswald can't help but laugh a bit at that--though there's a slight wheeze to it, and a wince as it jostles his side, and his hold loosens on Edward's hand] Usually when someone tells them they like their bone structure, it's considered flirting, Enygma. [he's wincing, still, but at least he looks partially amused]

[enigmaster]

What. [HE'S SO CONFUSED???] Mortals woo each other based on the shape of their skeleton?

[agoodname]

[asdkhfsd he can't help but laugh again, accompanied by another wince.] Well, that's one of them! And also everything that covers their skeleton. [alsdkhfs he's so amused] It means you find them attractive.

[enigmaster]

[.......he's backing away now] ...I'll never understand mortals.

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus can't help but pout a bit, then, as Enygma starts to move away. He makes an attempt and tightening his grip on his hand, pressing his cheek into his palm, but...well, he doesn't have a lot of strength in him at the moment] No, stay.

[enigmaster]

[Maybe it's a weak grip, but Enygma freezes. Well, when has someone ever asked that of him...?] I... ...Very well.