GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[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.

[agoodname]

[he sighs a bit at that, relaxing, as if it's a relief, and leans a bit more into his hand. It's cold, yes, but...he's hardly had a hug or a friendly pat on the arm since his mother died and he likes Enygma and he misses this and well, he may be a bit delirious right now anyway so it's...fine] ...thank you.

[enigmaster]

[...He may be staring a little, after that. Those words. If the previous ones weren't jarring enough, these are these they don't fit.] ...Of... course.

[agoodname]

Mmmn, you're sweet, y'know? [a little slurred, nuzzling into his palm a bit. He's trying to keep focus, he really is. But also...his hands maybe cold, but the skin is smooth, and it kind of feels nice against his fevered face]

[enigmaster]

[He doesn't say anything to that. Just stays there, looking down at Osvaldus. Something in his chest feels odd. Something that reminds him of sparks, perhaps, and a chill that's not quite the same as his own. ...He should take him now. Spare him more suffering. He should. But he just... stays.]

[agoodname]

[great, he's just going to nuzzle his fevered face into his hand a bit more with a contented sigh, relaxing, comforted. He's trying very hard not to fall asleep but...he might doze a bit.]

[enigmaster]

[...Enygma stays, for a while. It's wasted time. He should've taken this life already and moved on. There are others dying that need their release. There's no reason for him to hold things up here. There's the familiar weight of his scythe in his free hand. One swing. One swing and it's over. It's that simple. He's done it so many times now that he couldn't even begin to keep track. It's simple as breathing. ...He takes a step back and just... watches a moment.]

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus makes a small upset sound in his sleep as Enygma steps back, taking his hand away, but... ...perhaps it's done him some good, that cool hand at his cheek. His fever seems to have lessened, anyway. And he curls up a bit more, burrowing back into the blanket now that he doesn't have a hand to cuddle up against.]