“Boring.”
The stood up on her desk and stretched his wings, the action giving a sickening snap and pop as the bones shifted into place.
“You’re a boring woman, Delilah.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀delilah gives the construct a quizzical look , lips parting a little at the question. did she . . ? not in years , no.
“ i used to bring dead things to life much like yourself in my youth. nowhere near as . . . creative as your design , however. ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀she places him down on the desk , at a fair distance from any of her books.
“ i needn’t you pecking or leaving paw imprints on my books , do i ? ” she answers , shutting a tome closed and placing it aside. “ restoring them takes time. ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀looks up from the grimoire in her hands , a brow arched at the undead creature. fingers pluck him from the spot , a disapproving look in her eye.
no touching the tomes , rodent.
⠀⠀⠀⠀delilah lightly brushes her fingers along his beak before letting him take flight , one last wary look spared in his direction.
“ and do make sure your maker behaves as well , child. ”
The eye sockets in his raven skull glowed a sickly looking green, a necromantic green. He purred and stretched out his wings again, taking flight.
“Behave…right…”
⠀⠀⠀⠀she lets out a defeated sigh , rolling her eyes before waving him off with her other hand.
“ do what you wish , rodent. just behave if you wish to stay nearby. ”
His body made a crackling sound as his wings appeared and he flew up into her shoulder.
“We could…have a party…or give ‘em flowers…or…give ‘em all a big kiss!”
He croaked out a laugh.