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₊ ⊹ • Fandomless OC • ⊹ • Immortal being, working under Death going by many names. Dearil is preferred. Or Second in Command works • ⊹ • @EcstaticCluster • ₊ ⊹

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Sometimes I think I do Death’s job better than Death themselves, eh, boys?

{♥︎ & ↺}

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[ً @holyaches]

'in another life'， but why not this one? why not now?

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~ a straddled position around her waist like he was an anaconda wrapped around its victim. His arms moving to pull her closer to his middle before relaxing through chuckles.

[. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ Don’t fear the ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ @ACallUponDeath]

He knew what she projected outwards as his void like eyes spotted the mannerisms many a time from the people on the surface. The Outer World and their showcase of affection in various demeanors triggered rampant emotional complications that were deemed catastrophic in the ~

[𝑲. @shethewander]

Perhaps it was the experience up in the surface, with the humans and their sociality, or maybe it was her talent to read Daray like an open book. Or maybe both.

But Kahlan finds herself using a new “trick” on him, quite a humane one, as mentioned.

Instead of offering words,+

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~ of all of it. He didn't, that's for certain.

Void like eyes aimed at the way Kahlan positioned herself, basing his next move in the span of three seconds tops. Abruptly, he rocked his torso forwards so both hands could grasp onto hers, only to pull her back into ~

[. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ Don’t fear the ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ @ACallUponDeath]

~ was different in a manner of speaking. Verge of war, mayhem, disaster to say the least and she was going alone?

"Promise you will call for me if something goes awry?"

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Daray gathered a simple hum of response, allowing his mind to trail off into the sanction of worries. He did that often when it came to day to day operations and his crew finding a Charge line rather entangled with the other companies to be rather daunting, but this ~

[𝑲. @shethewander]

She knows she has won the moment she meets his eyes, offering a soft smile drawn just for him.

—I’ll be fine, I promise you— she whispers to the Reaper, allowing a small giggle to leave her— and I never, ever break my promises. I am a creature of my word, alright?

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He harked a laugh.

Certainly so. He would adore nothing less, nothing more than to have her sparkles of fragmented lights trail behind him during his days. "Steady wings, Starling. Let's not go that far."

[𝑲. @shethewander]

The feeling of the still against her skin rips her gaze from Daray, just to have it fall on the ring, now back where it seemed to fit best.

And Kahlan can’t help it, the way her own freckles glimmer in manifestation of the warmth spreading through her chest as she properly +

[. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ Don’t fear the ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ @ACallUponDeath]

~ to her temple. Eyes closed, listening to each rhythm it manifested within his hold.

[. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ Don’t fear the ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ @ACallUponDeath]

Unfortunately, he didn't catch the ever blooming smile. He was far too focused on how her heart sounded, memorizing the way it beat. How it sung louder than any possible thunderclap known to man. It rested in a peaceful manner, causing himself to flutter another light peck ~

[𝑲. @shethewander]

He might not catch it, but there's a smile growing amongst Kahlan's features as the body next to her own shifts, telling herself that she shall repeat such action every morning when she wakes and every night before her eyes close.

Such thing will not be told to the Reaper+

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~ somber head trying to find ways to amend their relationship through this unpaved, gravel grown trail they've found themselves traveling down. He was going to salvage it how he could manage. For his sanity at least.

"Firstly," he began delicately. "Are you alright?"

[. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ Don’t fear the ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ @ACallUponDeath]

Once the barrier to the bustling halls had been shut completely, Daray dared dive his attention towards hers. His hands folded perfectly in front of him as if he were awaiting attack orders on a traitorous ship in a nearby harbor.

For the small scanning second, he ~

[𝑲. @shethewander]

She anticipated the comment stinging in Daray's chest, but she did not the pang of guilt that tugged inside her own, even if she felt such treatment was not out of line.

Out of line with the attitude maintained? No. Out of line, confusing and unfair after asking him to +

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~ her to calm her. Not now anyhow. She was certainly still vexed with him as she should be. He was foolish in his manners towards her that even Death would've reprimanded him for. Yet she didn't. Somehow, someway she didn't and he wasn't complaining. Instead, he was sat in his ~

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~ realize he was signing up for a lifelong treachery of guiding others to their own demise."

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Hoisting her hand forwards to transfer her hold into the other hand, Daray's eyes peered out over the ruin's dilapidated edge. The view causing him to brandish a wide smile of warmth. Out on the eerie hillside were untouched greenery that spoke of history's tales through the ~

[𝑲. @shethewander]

—There is— she nods, drawing circles with her thumb on the back of his hand — ruins always find the way to become a place of comforting solitude, where time seems to have stopped the moment the first stones fell. Old churches and other buildings that +

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~ more he recollected the memory he hadn't tapped in for what felt like years. His lips hovering over her shoulder with void like eyes pinned on the very spot the poor soul gave his life. "From that day I vowed to him I would take him wherever he wanted to go. Little did he ~