GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

...Hate me. [For. Being what he is.]

[agoodname]

I--no. No, I very much don't. [he squeezes his hand gently] Just the opposite.

[enigmaster]

[but he should shouldn't he?] ...I really don't understand you...

[agoodname]

How could I hate you? [his thumb pets gently on the inside of his wrist] After everything you did for my mother, that would be no small disservice.

[enigmaster]

It would be entirely reasonable to hate the one who took away your mother.

[agoodname]

[something hardens in his expression, hand tightening on his wrist] You didn't push my mother off the stairs. You didn't order the attack on the Temple. That was someone else, who paid dearly for his actions. [a pause, and his grip and expression both soften] You helped her in a way that no one else could after the deed was done. I'm grateful.

[enigmaster]

[For a moment, Enygma, timeless being that he is, almost looks... young. Vulnerable. He almost feels the urge to say sorry, apologize all the same for taking away his mother, but... Well, he can't say that entirely sincerely. It'd be wrong. This is his job, it's what he is, and... Osvaldus says he's grateful. That still feels... wrong. But... he'll nod, forcing himself to at least appear to accept that statement.] Alright. If... you're certain.

[agoodname]

Very. [he lift's Enygma's hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently] I promise.

[enigmaster]

... [and then he goes and does that and what is he supposed to do] ...You said you are... interested in me. Why?

[agoodname]

Because you're interesting. And curious. And willing to try new things and do something you've never done before. You're clever. And....you're kind. [Osvaldus's ears are turning red, but he forges onward, not letting go of his wrist] I like you. I like spending time with you, and being with you.

[enigmaster]

It... would be far more sensible to have such an interest in another mortal, you know.

[agoodname]

[he chuckles a little, at that] I'm sure it would be. But I don't particularly care about that.

[enigmaster]

You should. You're mortal. You'll age, die... change with the years. I'm simply this. Forever.

[agoodname]

That's true, I suppose. [he goes quiet] Does that...bother you? That I'll age, get older...lose my youthful charm or what have you?

[enigmaster]

...It bothers me that I will not. [He doesn't consider Oswald lesser for aging and dying. But he does consider himself lesser for being incapable of that. He's just... static.]

[agoodname]

[he frowns at that, contemplating]

Well...we could perhaps, just...see how it goes and what happens.

Maybe I can work out a solution.

[enigmaster]

A... solution? [he's not sure how to feel about that]

[agoodname]

Yes. I'm not sure what yet, but it's worth a shot.

[enigmaster]

What sort of "solution" do you mean?

[agoodname]

I'm honestly not sure. But there has to be some kind of solution. I'll have to read up on the myths and see what I can find out. In the mean time, though...[he trails off a bit] ...will you still visit me?

[enigmaster]

I-- [he's about to warn him, admonish him maybe, make sure he doesn't meddle in things he doesn't understand but then... that question] ...Sure.

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus blinks at that, a little startled] I--really? You will? [his hand tightens on Enyma's again, hopeful]

[enigmaster]

...Yes. I will. [he can he can find the time for that]

[agoodname]

[and Osvaldus just beams, then, obviously surprised and pleased] Wonderful! We'll have to introduce you to other foods and things, then.

[enigmaster]

Just how many more kinds of food are there?