₊ ⊹ • 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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He felt the entire energy of the world succumb to frantic waves he’s only experienced once— a rather long time ago at that.
There lingered that dreaded sensation of horrid torment. He couldn’t hear the singular heartbeat he searched out every now and again when in a ~
~ Something was changing— and not for the good of all creation.
First, the Head Reaper assessed his main priority in that time, checking in the nine siblings under his care. Kahlan… he needed to check on Kahlan and… what’s this? A familiar tremor of a sound that ~
Arthur’s his own mess. You can keep the fox on a lead if you must.
And yes, Yeonho, I know you’re there. I’m negotiating your week’s vacation.
If it’s the one I think you’re referring to, yes and no. He’s not the troublesome one surprisingly. He just walks away and I need him in one spot.
His hand drifts to take hold of hers before landing a rather forced smile. Amongst his long weeks of training the Reaplings for their upcoming adventure so to speak, he had barely any time for rest. Rest they both severely needed.
“I know a place.”
He likes to wander. And I’ve far too much shite on my plate this week to make sure he doesn’t muck things up.
Instinct took hold, clipping his pale fingers underneath her chin. In the mere contact, he sensed the immense temperature drop that she held within. It was far too sickly.
“Go on…”
Do me a favor, Merlin.
You see that fox over there making a rather unnatural face? Can you baby sit him for, I dunno, a week?
What he enjoys about the spooky season as it were is discovering the rituals of mortals who think Reapers take form of skeletons, large horse soul being that scares the ever living shite out of their little ones, or even the sugared up children dressed as a murderous clown. ~