GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[and he just...bursts out laughing at that] I wouldn't die for your brother, you moron, and I love him. [since apparently this is something Hypnos already knows and is mocking him about, so may as well just say it] What makes you think I'd do it for you? [are you an idiot lmao]

[erotematic]

No, no, I didn't think so. Hm, shame.

Well, it'll only take about... oh, a few decades or so? Waiting it out may have to do, I suppose...

[He huffs, leaning back.]

But that's so dull.

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus takes a sip of his wine, before just...setting it on thin air. Where it floats] I'll tell you what. You convince your brother to come visit me again, and I'll do what I can to get him to stop moping, hm?

[erotematic]

Hm... Hm! Yes, perfect! You two can have a date! [that is not what anyone said]

[agoodname]

Precisely. [It sure isn't what anyone said, but Osvaldus is rolling with it] Give me at least 24 hours notice so I can have time to cook and get ready, and that'll solve the moping problem in no time.

[erotematic]

Very well! I'll leave all those fiddly preparation matters to you and I'll make sure my brother will be around.

I'll have him there in... Hm. Two days time, how does that sound?

[agoodname]

That will do. [he reaches out to pick that glass of wine back up, and drain it] We have an accord.

[erotematic]

Wonderful. Well, good luck, mortal! Try to be charming, or whatever it is that you do.

[And in the middle of Osvaldus draining that glass... he'll wake up.

Alone, no one else around.

...And his dagger gone, lol.]

[agoodname]

[....oh, he really despises him. He's going to make an annoyed noise, pick up his sandal, and put himself back to bed. And this time, he's going to make sure to dream of how satisfying it would be to plunge a daggar into his jugular next time.]

[enigmaster]

[Hypnos will be amused at that one.

But, soon enough, things are... happening. Hypnos gives a specific time he'll get Enygma there, and he has his window to prepare. Good thing, because, well.

The day of is here quick.

What'cha doing, Osvaldus?]

[agoodname]

[WHOOBOY alright then, Osvaldus is going to get ready. He takes the day off of work and tidies up his apartment and splurges a bit on a new tablecloth before spending the day cooking. He ends up with warm, fresh flat bread, hummus, a fried fish and some sweet peppers. For dessert, he has some honey and apples, but those are set aside for later. He's also fussed over his hair and his toga quite a few times but honestly Enygma's seen him in fairly bad states so it could be worse. So finally, he just...sits down on his bed to wait.]

[enigmaster]

[It... takes a little bit. It's right on time, in fact, that... there's a quiet, subdued knock on Osvaldus's door.]

[agoodname]

[Oho, a knock. This is why he likes you far better than your brother, Enygma. Well, one of the reasons, anyway. But Osvaldus will take a breath and push to his feet, and move over towards the door to open it for him]

[enigmaster]

[Enygma is there, hand still raised, as if to knock around. He freezes, though, as the door opens and he sees Osvaldus.] Ah. [.....] I was... told this is what you're meant to do, when going to a mortal residence?

[agoodname]

[alsdkhfsldkhf cute. cute that's so cute, and Osvaldus can't help the quirk to the corner of his mouth--the small smile that threatens to form] You've been well-informed, then. Do come in~ [he holds the door open, stepping back so he can enter.]

[enigmaster]

[Enygma... hesitates, a moment. He still isn't entirely sure he should. If this is a good idea or not. But, quietly, he'll step inside. Head tilting as he looks around.]

[agoodname]

[he'll close the door behind Enygma, turning to lean on it a bit, watching him] I'm glad you came.

[enigmaster]

I... ah... Mhm. [He feels out of place. He is out of place, right? This isn't any sort of place for him.] My brother told me it would be better if I did.

[agoodname]

I'm sure he did. [dryly, pushing off the door and coming closer] Your brother is a unique sort.

[enigmaster]

Yes, so people often say. He can be... a lot. [...he just sort of, stands there, awkwardly.]

[agoodname]

That's a word for it. [closer still, then. He'll stop when he's right in front of him, tilting his head to look up at him] I don't really want to talk about him right now, though. [there's something in his stomach, twisting into knots of nerves as he reaches out to gently take his hand] ...I missed you.

[enigmaster]

[He doesn't... pull away. A part of him almost wants to, but another... really doesn't.]

I...

[There's that confusion again, in his eyes.]

...

[agoodname]

[he reaches up with his other hand, setting his fingers gently against his cheek] ...did you miss me?

[enigmaster]

[Did he... miss... How does he answer that? Should he even answer that? It would probably be worse. More complicated, if he did. But what else can he do?] I don't... know. I-- I'm not sure I know what that feels like?

[agoodname]

It feels like...[Osvaldus pauses, then, his hand drifting down from his cheek to settle against Enygma's sternum] ...it feels like a part of you isn't there when they aren't. That a piece of you is somewhere else, with that person. Like there's a space you can't quite fill with anyone or anything else.