intention to leave or even concern for what matters awaits them.
“I know him.” They nod. A sort of annoyed look joins hunger. “Never can catch 𝙕𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙨” the incarnate half snarls, “not yet —“ death shakes their head
“How. Do you. Fair?”
"A pleasure?" How strange to be greeted so. There a little to none who fid it pleasurable to be in their presence.
Ker seems to mull over whether or not such a thing was genuine before dropping it all together.
"Always busy." their rough voice responds. Yet there is no
your siblings much better,” she adds.
Incongruous gaze rakes over Ker from head to toe, noting details.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. How do you fare? Are you busy?” Mel asks, questions in quick succession.
“Your eyes.” They croak, not at all fighting against the displeased male’s guiding direction.
“I’ve 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣 eyes—- pretty.” Blood stained digits rise. Not at all focused on where they are going, as Pothos has that part handled and more so.
Focused on reaching for
little desire for a skirmish with them.
“Please? Clean up and then you may feast to your hearts content?” he offers, sapphires sparkling with his plea as Pothos stares into their eyes.
Oizys does not search aimlessly for too long. Offering their arm.
The endless pit that was their stomach growled loud enough to be heard when the siblings arrived at wherever misery sought fit.
"Then we should 𝙣𝙤𝙩 dally" A step forward is taken despite not knowing the
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you today ⸝ sister . ”
muses pain incarnate upon arriving to the mortal realm ⸝ their grasp on ker relenting .
“ there is 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ to be done ⸝ ﹠ ample opportunity for you to eat . ”
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Blank staring turns focused.
Head shaking as their strangled voice fills the air.
"No. . . only when-- there is lightning." they swallow thick. "D o you?"