GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[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]

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[enigmaster]

[There's features forming, now. Familiar hair, familiar green eyes, familiar face. Slowly emerging from the shadows, right next to Osvaldus' face.]

[erotematic]

Oh, don't be like that, now.

[...Wrong voice. Wrong hairstyle, too, actually, wrong-- details, it's in the details. The way they carry themselves.

This is not Enygma.

He's far more jovial, for one.]

Simply paying a visit! I do it every day, you know, technically speaking.

[agoodname]

Hm. [Oswald's attention briefly flickers to the side, glancing at him, giving him a brief once over--before going back to his sandals, as if disinterested] And you are?

[erotematic]

Oh, an excellent question! But I'm afraid to say that I'll be the one getting answers right now. Save your questions until the end, please.

[And he pulls out a staff. One could almost mistake it for a shepherd's crook, but no shepherd would get one quite this fancy. Far too gold, and curved much more than any sort of crook would be.]

Just a tip: this will be easier if you lie down first.

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus's eyes narrow at that] Well. I can't say you make a compelling argument. [he sets down his sandal, leaning back] Try again.

[erotematic]

[He laughs, at that, completely unfazed.]

Someone's touchy. But, very well! I did try to be gentle about this.

[And he twirls that cane of his, a soft green... almost haze spreading out and filling the room. And Osvaldus will feel

suddenly

very tired...]

[agoodname]

[Oh--oh absolutely not-- Osvaldus grits his teeth at that, trying to push to his feet before it goes to his head, trying to stumble towards the door and shake off that green haze, hand reaching out to grab at his dagger on the shelf--but he's too tired, and it's enough to drag him to the floor, fingers just slipping away from the handle of the dagger as he sinks down into unconsciousness]

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[erotematic]

[Casually, he simply walks over to Osvaldus on the floor, reaching down for that dagger. Twirling it a little as he does, as if anyone can even see it right now. Ridiculous.]

I'll just take that, for now. Hasn't anyone told you not to play with sharp objects?

[And he, himself, is just going to plop down on the bed, sitting back.]

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[enigmaster]

[When Osvaldus opens his eyes, there is... dark smoke.

Shouts coming from outside, and a familiar crackling sound. Light that's too bright to be from candles, but nothing like daylight. Heat, everywhere.

Rome is burning.]

[agoodname]

[It takes a moment for him to come into himself--he can feel the heat, hear the shouts--and he bolts upright, sucking in a lungful of smoke, at which point, he starts coughing, badly, rolling over onto the ground and crouching as much as possible to get out of it, looking for an exit]