”Do the dead frighten you?”
The D E A D? Frighten him? How long has he been in positions in which he has seen the dead in the first place? Being bodies. Or regular humans with dead fish like stares as they scrambled and tried to be a float with the factor that the hands on their contracts would strike 12. It was in fact a scary thought as the Ravenette looked down at his own hands and smirked slightly; it was mere moments before his facial features changed. A smile floating on his face as kind eyes reflected back at the other. His golden amber orbs just the right softness that held his kindness that he tried to bear with pride.
“ I do not fear the Dead. Life is too short for such a thing. “












