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@odeathjim
I will take you into the E t h e r where you will be led to your final resting place.
[… That.
Isn’t. What she expected.]
… Can I not jus’ stay with you.
[She doesn’t wanna rest. That sounds. Boring.]
[Raised an eyebrow at her.]
If you take up a j o b with me you will n e v e r be with your loved ones again.
[He paused, mulling it over.]
Twelve hours remaining.
..Okay.
…And if she doesn’t make it?
What will happen?
[She wants to know.]
I will take you into the E t h e r where you will be led to your final resting place.
She simply caught me by s u r p r i s e.
[Indignant huff.]
Earned her enough time to get me to l i s t e n to her little idea.
Heh..
S’why I love ‘er.
[Looked up at him.]
..How much time does she have? T’do it?
[He paused, mulling it over.]
Twelve hours remaining.
[He seemed startled by the question, squinting one eye down at her while he frowned.
It didn’t last for very long, but Jim imagined the pause was terrifying.]
Yes.
[How anticlimactic. He found it amusing, however.]
[Charlie let out a tired chuckle.
Wow.]
She simply caught me by s u r p r i s e.
[Indignant huff.]
Earned her enough time to get me to l i s t e n to her little idea.
[Luke stared at him, struggling to breathe properly
stared
and looked him up and down
and threw a halfhearted punch at him.
Maybe violence is the answer????????]
[Luke, you don’t want to do that. That could kill you. So Death simply disappeared upon being ‘struck’. No need to cause an actual Death Day when it wasn’t Luke’s final one.
He did appear again, however, smaller, sitting on the coffee table and swinging his legs casually.]
Temper, t e m p e r.
That is g o o d.
[Made it easier for the whole thing, really. As amusing fearful spirits could be, the more accepting of the lot were far more pleasant. Some too innocent children to know better as well.
If this wasn’t her official Death Day, the new one would be much later, but what was TIME to DEATH?]
[She was quiet for a second or two. Before she had to ask a question.]
…Did Devang actually punch you.
[He seemed startled by the question, squinting one eye down at her while he frowned.
It didn’t last for very long, but Jim imagined the pause was terrifying.]
Yes.
[How anticlimactic. He found it amusing, however.]
[ohfuckohfuckohfuck-
One very brief flare of bravery allowed him to spit out one line.]
Y-you can’t have Charlie!
[And that was about all he could say because he was hyperventilating for the fiftieth time in the past few days.]
[He seemed to be much closer to Luke now without having to even BUDGE. He stared and he s m i l e d.]
Yes, I can. She a l w a y s will be mine. So will you. And Luce. Everyone.
E v e n t u a l l y.
[All such a troublesome bunch, though. Sigh.]
[Luke j ump ed and whirled around, quickly stepping away. Heart going wild again. Fuck if that wasn’t a constant lately.]
f-fuck, you-
[w o w stay away from him please holy fuckholyfuck. Luke had so many things he wanted to say to death a minute ago but now that it’s here???? nO THANKS please don’t.]
What is the m a t t e r, Luke Wren?
You had SO much to say to m e.
[She stares at him. Wide eyed. Almost fearful? But not quite.
More like. Accepting. Realizing.
Whether Devang succeeds or not. She’s marked. And she belongs to him. The notion brings forth an understanding.
And a nod. Shutting her eyes and accepting the touch. Hadn’t been touched by anything in days. Tendrils or otherwise. It was a source of comfort. Albeit a confusing one.]
…I will go willingly when my time comes.
That is g o o d.
[Made it easier for the whole thing, really. As amusing fearful spirits could be, the more accepting of the lot were far more pleasant. Some too innocent children to know better as well.
If this wasn’t her official Death Day, the new one would be much later, but what was TIME to DEATH?]
d eath can go fuck itself.
Thanks for the p e r m i s s i o n your majesty.
[Just gonna pop up corporeal right behind you, Luke. Don’t try to touch him, though. He’s only hovering close for laughs.]
[There’s silence.
She’s not ready to go. But she still technically belongs to him.
She won’t deny it.
But she will avert her eyes down to the ground.]
[There was an owlish head tilt at that, hollow eyes staring at the ghost intently before a tendril came out and nudged her chin upwards.]
If by s m a l l chance Devang succeeds, you will be STRONGER for it. And well worth the w a i t.
W h o is trying to PLAY with my t h i n g s s s s s
No one.
Nothing.
No one is doing anything.
Hmm
That is for me to d e c i d e, little rabbit.
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W h o is trying to PLAY with my t h i n g s s s s s
Jim had noticed the colors but he didn’t make a comment about them. He always seemed to be in constant darkness. But that was common for Death. He didn’t really have colors. Sometimes his suits would be but that was it.
He continued the petting and the tendrils removed themselves from Sherlock slowly. Eventually they were on the hill again. Sometimes one did not need to move at all to pass through the Ether.
"We are too fond of this hill." Had to have been the third or fourth time they’d met in this hilly field. Not that either of them seemed too bothered to pick that hill so often. He had an easier time focusing and having color right then than he tended to the rest of the time. He tried not to question it.
"The view is nice. And it's quiet out here," Jim noted with a small shrug. He let a thumb brush over Sherlock's temple during the hair petting. The only reasons he could explain why they came here. Away from people but not stuck in the darkness of the Ether.
Some of his colors came back. Hard to say why. He remained laying on his side and relaxed under the fingers. Not something that happened often with what was between them. But they really had no one else.
Jim had noticed the colors but he didn't make a comment about them. He always seemed to be in constant darkness. But that was common for Death. He didn't really have colors. Sometimes his suits would be but that was it. He continued the petting and the tendrils removed themselves from Sherlock slowly. Eventually they were on the hill again. Sometimes one did not need to move at all to pass through the Ether.
Death was quiet again, tendril twitching under the tighter grip. Other tendrils seemed to hover over the reaper a moment before coiling around him and pulling him over. Closer.
Jim’s face was hidden in a dark shroud. He might as well have been faceless. But he let Sherlock rest his head on his lap. If he wanted.
The Reaper didn’t fight it for once. He was too tired. Too worn down. Could barely remember what they fought about. It didn’t sting because he didn’t fight it. Just let it happen. Relaxed into it and let his eyes shut to just a sliver. Taking a rest.
Jim let him rest, fingers lifting to idly pet and stroke through the other man's hair. They were both tired. It happened. And soon things would probably return as they were.
