unprompted anons / closed.
‘ why do you think i’m back ? ’
HE DOESN’T SKIP A BEAT, answering even before his current conversation has ended. with a broad smile, he bids his guest farewell and finally faces the speaker. who knew he could wear death and rebirth so well ? he’s only been here a few moments and yet…they’ve been the best of his life. this life.
‘ i couldn’t just leave you — not like that. it wasn’t fair to anyone. now we all get another chance. well — . ’ a cloud passes over his otherwise jubilant features, warping them with undisguised disdain. ‘ — some of us do. the ones who deserve it. ’ his eyes narrow at a point just over the guest’s head, his sneer widening to a sharp grin. ‘ like me. you’re absolutely right. ’
with that, he pushes past them and walks straight through the phantasm that once assumed his place. he doesn’t spare them even a glance as he makes his way to that table he’s been eyeing all night — it’s nearly groaning under the weight of a feast fit for the returning count. ( his mouth is already watering. )
how does it feel ? he studies the pomegranate in his hand, smiling when his claws puncture its leathery skin. wherever that little thief has gone now, he knows they can hear him. hope you enjoyed being me while it lasted. / @tornscales bc this was written with arcana!tal in mind
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