GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

I am in every area just about every day. [...] That's sort of how this works.

[agoodname]

In that case, you can let me know when you're going to stop by, and I'll make something.

[enigmaster]

...You're saying you wish to... spend time with me?

[agoodname]

[SCREAM] ...yes. Obviously.

[enigmaster]

...You still understand that I am literally Death, right?

1/2

[agoodname]

Who apparently has never had any good food in the veritable centuries you've been around. Which is a tragedy, and I shan't stand for it. [so there!!!!]

2/2

[agoodname]

[....] Also, ah...[he quiets, then, glancing off to the side a bit] .....I missed you.

[enigmaster]

Far longer than centuries. [......wait, what was that second bit?] You... missed me?

[agoodname]

[alksdfhs his face, if possible, goes even redder] ....yes. I did.

[enigmaster]

...Why? [because no one should be missing him, other than maybe his mother]

[agoodname]

Because you're...[his shoulders hunch, just slightly]...well. You're sweet. And kind. And you scold me for doing foolish things like it matters, and I just... ...I enjoy your company.

[enigmaster]

[Osvaldus says all that, but he may as well be speaking gibberish. To Enygma, this is... it feels wrong, almost. He knows what he is. He knows how people see him. No one is especially fond.] I... don't understand. [And he looks genuinely confused and distressed.]

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus looks up at him then--blinking once, as he takes in his confusion and distress, before a frown builds between his eyebrows, and he glances away.] ...I don't really know how to clarify otherwise. [he swallows, feeling like he's lost his appetite. This was a bad idea... It's just...he doesn't really have anyone anymore, does he? His mother's gone; she has been for a while now. Her death is avenged. He has a few "friends" here and there but he's largely alone. And he likes spending time with Enygma. Likes being near him. So yes, he's technically Death, but nobody's perfect.] I simply do. But if you don't want to, you can say no.

[enigmaster]

[Enygma frowns, looking down now, at his plate. He looks like he's trying to work something out, but just not getting it. Because this definitely isn't right. So why does this mortal enjoy spending time with him? He's-- ...] It is not a matter of want, it is... [How can he even begin to explain this? He doesn't know...]

[agoodname]

...it is what? [he glances over then, again]

[enigmaster]

I... don't know how to explain it. [It's just this feeling of wrongness. He still... wants to. He does. But that's wrong too, isn't it?]

[agoodname]

Well...if you want to, then maybe you should. Just for a little bit.

[enigmaster]

I... [...what is he doing here? What is he doing?] I think I... need to... [he needs to not be here and, quite suddenly, darkness gathers around Enygma and ...he's gone.]

[agoodname]

You--[Osvaldus's head jerks up--just in time to see those shadows wrap around Enygma--]--Wait--! [he reaches out a hand as if to stop him but....nope. He's gone. And Osvaldus just stares for a moment at the place he was, the plate of hummus having clattered to the ground, unable to help the sinking feeling that's rising in him. His thigh throbs in pain, as if finding now a good time to remind him of his injury. Of course. Osvaldus stands, shakily, setting down his half of the sandwich and the bread on the now empty bench. He's lost his appetite; might as well leave it out for someone who might eat it. Then he turns and slowly makes his way home.]

[enigmaster]

[It's a while where Osvaldus is alone. Or, at least, without the shadow of Death following. Well. A while in mortal terms, at least. But not quite five years, this time, so there's that.

It's months, this time. He won't see Enygma, exactly, but there's a shifting in shadows, in a nearby ally. A familiar chill.

It's during the early evening, wherever he may be at this point in time. Finding him isn't exactly difficult. Mortals are easy enough to track.

What are you doing, Osvaldus?]

[agoodname]

[He's been...not really going outside until night, doing his best to avoid crowded places (not easy, in Rome,) and laying low as much as possible.

He really doesn't want to get hunted down again.

So at the moment, he's still inside, in that tiny room that is literally just big enough for a bed and a desk and a small hearth--honestly a luxury to have it to himself--mending a hole in his sandal.]

[enigmaster]

[That's alright. The chill is moving closer, getting stronger. He's more than likely feeling it about now.

Still not showing himself, though...]

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus shivers a bit at that, and tugs his toga a little higher around his shoulders. There's a brief pause in his mending--but then he just keeps working. He'll either show himself or he won't.]

[enigmaster]

[Shadows are starting to form, now. And... getting close to Osvaldus. Very close.

...Uncomfortably close.

Almost as if reaching for him.]

[agoodname]

It's rude to enter someone's home without permission. [quietly--and a little coldly]