terrvrs:
“no. the ones i love aren’t so weak.“
the human on the table is near death– it’s skin pale, it’s mouth wet and open and gasping for breath and samael thinks how ugly. they fall apart so easily. a simple poison and they cease to exist– barely a single sand in the hourglass of time.
“i can put it out of it’s misery if you’d like.“
The statement made him turn around. That was something very shocking to say. Especially during a crisis. The fae shook his head.
“I don’t think someone suddenly getting...” Hypnos paused. He would admit that he never seen someone this ill and clammy. At least not so sudden like this. “What causing this is weak.” Considering he wasn’t sick and the stranger wasn’t maybe it wasn’t potent.
Eyes widen as he heard those words. Part of him knew what those words meant but the question couldn’t be kept in.
“What do you mean by that?”














