[ w.i.p pinned! ]
FEATHERS NONEXISTANT YET STILL I TAKE FLIGHT.
NO MAN, NO EVIL - I COME HERE FOR TASK.
HERE LIES THIS; AN OWL ON A HEIGHT. SHALL WE SEE IF YOUR CHANCE HAS RUN DRY?
γ W.I.P PINNED γ
tell me , what the HELL am i doing β?
i don't know what is the feeling, but β
back into my throat,
THIS SWEETNESS MELTS AND MAKES ME SICK !
[ @ghostwalkingowl ]
" The Reaper β ? I think . "
" I haven't documented you yet , though death doesn't usually appear at a doorstep .
/ One / of the more intriguing ones out the seven .
P.S : please quit visiting the Church as often as you do . "
@solariumtune@painterscell [ When Orbital attempts to lie down, he finally realises what it is the child was attempting to do:
Rest by his parent. ]
[ Carefully, he lets them lie down and nudged the wires and tubes away. He tucks a pillow under Orbital's head. ]
[ The painter is asleep. As they were. ]
[ There he sat, by the body of the Reverend's Painter. ]
[ IV fluids hung up, while the heart monitor steadily beeps. ]
[ Despite odds, the Reverend did it. ]
[ And now, he has to make sure that all that hard work didn't go to waste. ]
-- OPEN INT [ft. @painterscell ] --
@solariumtune@painterscell [ Ghostwalker stands there. He's a bit awkwardly positioned. His hands are behind his back, and staring down this child. You're going to scare him, Owl. ]
...it- it's your- parent. Sleeping. Yes. They're okay.
[ He's not good with children. The Watchers are not children. ]
@solariumtune@painterscell Sleeping. It's like when you're tired. Your parent is just very tired.
[ Ghostwalker reaches down, grasping Orbital by his armpits and picking him up carefully, setting him on the bed after making sure he won't sit on any of the IVs. ]
Sleeping. See? Breathing.
@solariumtune@painterscell [ Once the child was closer, he gestures for him to come to the side of the bed. ]
They're alive. Don't worry too much. I assure you, they aren't touch and go.
[ Glancing over to the peaceful, sleeping body on the bed - eyes shut, comfortable. ]
Just sleeping. They're tired.
@solariumtune@painterscell [ He looks at the child for a moment longer, then at the bed. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. The Painter was always a parental figure, much like the Reverend. ]
[ He sinks on a knee, patting the ground by his foot. ]
..come here. Did you want to see your parent..?
@solariumtune@painterscell [ Ghostwalker's head lifts. He already sensed the little inphernal before they even came into view. Turning to face the child, he stands there. ]
[ ..he's aware it's likely scary. The Owl, the Death, standing over a body with tubes and wires. ]
...hello, child.
@ghostwalkingowl [ a distant click echoed somewhere within the sky β only audible to the deity's ears ,
a " gaze " that spoke of a mostly one-sided conversation . ]
[ the eclipse " blinks " a brighter orange- an acceptance . not quite calm to dissolve the Thing , but simmered enough . ]
[ He steps outside the chariot. Staring right up at the eclipse, knowing, intent. ]
[ Without saying a word, he gestures inside the chariot, and nods his head - as if confirming something only he and the Sun knew. ]
[Then threw a feather into the sky. An offering. ]
[ A sign. ]