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thekingdomdivine:
a pause. it’s odd this.
❝ —— Am I to expect to see you soon, then? ❞
( maybe it’s your time. maybe that’s it, ananchel. )
She pauses, then sighs.
" I do not know. I am death, but I do not predict it.
-- Fate is not my area. "
She pauses again, then reaches over to pat his shoulder in a stiff, half-forced display of sympathy.
" ---- Get well soon?"
Maybe she’ll never know everything completely, of course he absolutely understands that—- the logic behind it, but it didn’t matter. Because all the things she learned stayed. They got stuck in her mind. The knowledge she must have picked up since her first day of existence———
( a very long, long, long time ago )
must be immense. Knowledge of the first cities. The first empires. The first inventions. The first discoveries. Death must know so many things that are now completely lost to humans. And she probably doesn’t even realize it.
”It is not. It’s a fact. I’ve already lived a long life. Some humans would kill to live as long as I did. But I think it is already time for me to leave. I’ve seen many things, I have lots of knowledge of my own. I’ve been here to give men skills from the very start. That should be enough to anyone.”
She smiles, and lets the expression linger though it makes her feel strange, for she finds that she likes the way he looks at her when she's smiling; he looks glad, for one thing, but beyond that, he looks at her like she is familiar, like she is something similar rather than some untouchable, forsaken other --
( This should not please her. She is other. She is not sympathetic. She exists, that is all. The smile means nothing. )
Still his words trouble her, vaguely.
" --- Time for you to leave, Hephaestus? I cannot imagine that -- if it were your time, you would be gone. That's what your time means ---
" But it is true that many mortals would give nearly anything to achieve your lifespan. I confess I cannot understand it, why they cling to life the way they do, seek to prolong what will inevitably end. But perhaps it is not my place to understand. "
❝ —— Rebirth ? ❞ ( that’s odd. new life. )
but he sits up a little more, wincing at the hurt is creates.
❝ So —— There’s nothing you wanted ? ❞
" Well ---- "
She shrugs, a small smile crossing her lips, though it's gone as soon as it appears.
" I wouldn't say that -- but nothing you should trouble yourself with, no."
"It's always a little more difficult --
-- with children."
“You specialize.”
Of course he had thought of that. She probably had so many things to take care of that spending time expanding her knowledge must have been the last of her worries.
“But, still, someone that has been around as long as you must have caught so much information along the way. Some without even noticing. Little things that stick with you. Some things must make most of the moments you live interesting.”
The smiles on his lips grows wider. ( if that’s even possible. )
”Of course I’m your friend. And I’m grateful for how slow existing is, because these moments are going to pass and with their slow passing by I’m able to enjoy them.”
She's really not busy, personally speaking -- she's working constantly, but it's all unconscious, i n v o l u n t a r y , and, honestly, pretty boring.
( Not to mention lonely. )
" Well, you're right about one thing, Hephaestus. I do learn plenty without meaning to, just as all conscious entities do. "
She shrugs. " But things change constantly; even if I at one point knew everything, it would only be for an instant before a new something appeared or an old something disappeared. "
( She isn't sure why, but his smile delights her --- --- Not as much as his words, though. )
" I suppose you should be grateful as should I -- I don't often have friends. It is good that I'll have time to enjoy it before you pass out of existence. "
( A pause. )
" -- I'm sorry if that sounds insensitive. "
She senses the disappointment, its heavy, bittersweet smell thick in the air, and bristles.
She’s had enough judgment for one lifetime.
“I’m sorry, Morta. Were you expecting a mission to move mountains in God’s name, or something to that effect?”
She raises an eyebrow.
" No need to be rude, Myfawny. ---- I'm not judging you. That is not my place. I just... I suppose I expected a story. "
There's nothing better than a story, to her. The beginning and end of lives is a constant for her, but the in-between ---- that is a novelty.
” Yeah. Private. “
It’s a second nature, taking talks of matter inside. —-where people wouldn’t talk. Or wonder about what’s going on. Then think about who he is. And get ideas.
” I don’t think Clint’d be at home now. So, th’apartment should be empty. “
She raises an eyebrow, but she has no reason to argue. Time, location -- she is everywhere, she is always, and, honestly, she has nothing better to do.
" Fine -- It doesn't make a difference to me. Your apartment is fine by me. "
( He better offer her a drink. )
“Kinda.”
[ but then again, she notices mostly everything. even in death. only sometimes though. ]
[ she simply shrugs though, the smile still spread gently across her face. normally the people she talked to were angry or aggressive, never kind of gentle. but really, in all honesty, ifrit didn’t care about kindness or comfort as long as they had something for her then she would keep listening and if they were higher than her that includes for height. ]
“Of course! That’s what counts, right?”
"----I suppose so."
She's surprised, honestly, that Ifritah hadn't scuttled away from the conversation by now. She's never had much luck with small-talk with anyone, much less a creature so fickle as a djinn.
-- She's not sure whether to be thankful or concerned.
" I don't suppose you're especially accustomed to comforting people either, though. You don't seem the type. "
”I’ve never understood that.
The need for one specific, heroic quest that some of my Fallen siblings seem to have. They’ve no orders to follow.”
She shakes her head. Heroism is thankless.
"I help whoever I can, but really I just keep travelling because I have nothing better to do.”
"----I see."
She can't say why, but she finds Myfanwy's response...
...disappointing.
.
He isn’t angry, ( never really was ) it’s just that most have forgotten the gods of old. Anyone who recognizes him these days are either family or trouble or both.
She caught him a bit by surprise, but — Did he just offend Death?
He doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t look quite so pissed, either.
“It’s fine…” A pause; a chance at lightening the conversation. “My name is Thunder, by the way — just not in English.”
She blinks, then does smile.
" I suppose that is true -- but still, walking about calling yourself Thunder to English-speaking folk would be a bit ridiculous. ----- Then again, there are comic books with a Thor, so maybe that wouldn't be any better... "
She shrugs.
Perhaps she's spent a bit too much time with Americans this week.
" I suppose Morte means death in Portugese -- and several other languages -- so I'm not any more creative than your parents. But -- well. Morta sounds prettier than Morte at least. "
A pause.
" I really do apologize if I --- overstepped --- "
"Semantics.
Anyway, I suppose it isn’t your fault. ’Slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men’, and whatnot.”
"Oh, I’m okay. I’ve just been… wandering."
She has the brief but powerful urge to roll her eyes,
but resists.
" Wandering----? I see. But surely you must have some goal; I've never found an angel, fallen or no, who did not have some motive in mind.
it makes him feel nauseous. the pacing.
( so he leans his head back into hospital pillows and closes grey eyes. exhaustion is etched into the lining of his body, & pain lingers in his human heart. )
he doesn’t want to think. just close his eyes —
but of course, the question is pertinent. important enough for his attention.
❝ — So why… Wait, who could do that — ? ❞
( who would do that, more like. )
There's pity in her eyes --
less for his pain and more for his lost opportunity to escape it.
" That I don't know -- birth and, in your case, rebirth isn't my area. "
[ there was a small smile on her face. not because the other reassured her, but it was amusing to see the other try to comfort her. it was cute to her, at least, how the other attempted to care and comfort. death comforting, something you rarely see ]
“You’re new to the whole ‘comforting’ thing, aren’t you?”
She falters slightly.
" That obvious? "
A fleeting smile crosses her features, and she turns away. She is not entirely new to it ---- she has always been gentle; there are few things more peaceful than d e a t h .
( It's the dying that tends to be uncomfortable. )
She's polite whenever she can be ---- and giving comfort to those who are passing over is something she often finds she has all the patience in the world for. But this ---- no. This she is not accustomed to.
" ... At least I tried. "
"I’ve never argued your inevitability, my friend. I’ve just taken issue with your timing.”
"I am travelling, yes. I admit I wasn’t quite expecting to see you."
"The timing isn't my job --
Your issue is with fate -- or coincidence -- depending on what you subscribe to. "
" Ah, well ---- excuse me for my rudeness I suppose. How have you been faring, Myfanwy? "
"ok i lied but there will be verses ok don’t rush me" omg ur such a qt let me love u
i can't help it i was just born this way
He’s not so concerned about a smile anymore. Actually, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t closed his mouth since she started speaking. Thor swallows, good-natured homour replaced by hard lines and curiosity.
When he speaks next, it’s only after a roll of thunder. “Who are you?”
There is surprise evident in her eyes at that, and she takes a step back, though she is far from scared of him.
" Pardon -- I thought perhaps--"
She shakes her head, clearing her mind.
" You may call me Morta, if you'd like -- but most people just stick with Death. Kind of boring to be called Death though, don't you think? Sort of like you just being called Thunder. Boring. --- Though I suppose you had parents to give you a name -- "
She trails off, then shuts up.
( You're rambling again. )
" I should have made myself known beforehand, I apologize. "
