Rigor Mortis

O, I am death, and none can tell. If I open the door to heaven or hell. No wealth, no land, no silver, nor gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul. I'm Death, I come to take the sword. Leave the body and leave it cold.

[quietxs-blog]

blxxdchrxnicles:

✘》 Well,he found out anyway that the Coffee Shop Guy spoke English. But he was, suffice to say, surprised by their response. His hand dropped as he regarded the man, realizing with a start that up closer, this man was significantly taller than Vanitas. Which was not something he was used to, by any means. His eyes locked on theirs for a moment, wondering vaguely if Coffee Shop Guy’s eyes were real or contacts like his. Then he realized as his eyes scanned down, a gentle tremor in his hands. He furrowed his brow and looked back up at the question

But before he even had a chance to respond, the man was turning to leave toward the back room. A charcoal brow arched high as he crossed the shop to stand in front of the counter. Nervous guy, huh? For some reason he found that suspicious. And then rolled his eyes at his own feeling towards their actions. He’s been working with cops for too long. But still. He glanced around a bit, looking over the menu hanging above the cabinets, and then jumped at the cacophonous ring of metal. 

He blinked a few times before slowly sliding along the counter to step behind it. Sir…? Is everything alright? he called out gently, finding the situation to be growing increasingly dubious. His hand slid to his badge in his pocket, ready to show it to him. Well, at least Eraqus finally gave him a badge so he can stop being yelled at for following intuition. Last time he went to investigate someone who seemed a little off, he almost got shot because he couldn’t prove he worked for the City police. He was in Paris, which meant he wasn’t sure what weight it had here. But with the attacks recently, he had every right to feel a bit skeptical about the situation. Sir? he found the tall, shaking man hunched over slightly in the back room, and part of him was relieved that his assumption that the clatter was him running away ended up being wrong. Are you okay?

[ 💀 ] – He had mostly calmed down by the time the stranger had come back to check on him. Des hadn’t expected the customer to come and find him, but he was almost relieved he did. Des’ hand was still over his heart and once he realized this he dropped it to his side. His head leaned back to hit the wall behind him. 

“I’m alright. Thunderstorms make me uneasy. I heard it in the distance as you came in and, well, I tried to keep it together but I seem to have failed miserably.” Des chuckled a bit before using the wall behind him to stand, slowly pulling himself up. 

“I do apologize.” He leaned down and picked up his tray, putting it on a counter nearby. It had hit the floor and he wasn’t going to use it to serve this man. He turned back towards Vanitas, a smile now gracing his lips. “I should probably start over. Welcome to Cafe Ardent. My name is Des, what can I get you?” 

[chxractermusings]

     Please take me in   Let me learn under you

Please; just let me call you

       { M A S T E R }

[quietxs-blog]

gamenu:

         “Nah man, don’ worry abou’ i’. I’s usually jus’ me an’ Sanji there. Like, other people stop in when they ge’ hungry, bu’ mainly i’s jus’ us cookin’.” {/Seeing that this book was offering a decent amount of what she was looking for, she snapped it shut and tucked it under her arm for safe keeping. Oh boy, Sanji is going to be so impressed with what she found!} “–Do ya wanna come? I’m sure we can cook up somethin’. All three of us. An’ youse can make enough fer yer friends.”

[ 💀 ] – Death almost had to laugh at her last statement. “I don’t have many friends. Life...is the only one here that I know from back home.” He couldn’t say Life’s boyfriend was his friend since he had only met the guy a few times in passing. 

“I wouldn’t mind joining you though.” He guessed he could at least make something for Life and his boyfriend. Gods, why did that word feel so heavy on his tongue?

[lukas-musings]

                         He’s not perfect — you aren’t either            But he can make you 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽, can make you тнιɴĸ тwιce,                     can make you admit to being 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 and making 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝑘𝔢𝔰…                                Hold onto him, and give him the most you can.

[quietxs-blog]

decth:

      There was a faint hint of worry at his twins words. As much as he feels the same about the SUPERVISOR. How he wishes to see him in NIM… Interfering with human life is something they can’ do no matter how terrible a mortal is. “Wait until he dies. Even if we hate him.. We still cannot interfere with the mortals life once our powers return. We could upset the BALANCE if we kill someone and take their SOUL before it is their actual time to go.”

      Closing the distance between the two, Death ended up sighing. A clawed hand reached out and rested on his twins shoulder. Squeezing it lightly. “As many as it takes it seems until this… EXPERIMENT runs it’s course. People will die and we will be unable to do anything as long as we have these BRACELETS on…”

      He clenches his jaw as he removes his hand from the twins shoulder. Crossing his arms as he looked up at the sky. Looking at the different shades of grey and black as a continuous never-ending downpour happens. But.. A thought that almost seems humorous ends up crossing his mind.

      “We’re trapped here without our powers and abilities. Unable to do what we are meant to do. In that case. Does that mean we can DIE just like a mortal in this situation?”

[ 💀 ] – Death looked at his twin as he spoke. He was right, and he knew it. Killing him now would just upset Life and their fragile balance. Not to mention he would be betraying Life’s trust. Speaking of time to go, Death just realized that he couldn’t see the clock that counted down to every human’s end. Not even he knew who was going to die and when. 

The God lifted his head once he felt his twin touch his shoulder. Dammit, his twin was right. “Life gives his creations a beginning and we see the end. That’s hot it has always been.” His twin let him go and looked at the sky. Death blinked and looked up with him wondering what it was that his twin was looking at. 

Once his twin spoke again, Death felt his heart catch in is throat. Sure, he knows that they can be killed even with their godly powers, it was just harder to do so on the godly plane. Life had even joked about it once a long time ago during their sparring match. If he did die, who would judge his soul? 

“We can die like any other being, even with our powers. It just takes a bit more to kill us than a mortal human. My question is if we die, who sends us off? Does Nim come and take us to The Kingdom in the Land Down Under? Or does Ithis take us to be born again?” 

[hellthinking-blog]

fairy tales are more than true:                                       NOT BECAUSE they tell us that dragons exist                                                        but because they tell us that dragons can be BEATEN.

[quietxs-blog]

gooselullaby:

         “…” Nanako didn’t rightly know what ‘socializing’ is. But based on the context of the sentence, she could safely assume it meant ‘talking’. But if he wasn’t good at talking, then how were they able to have this conversation now? He seemed to be doing just fine to her. How could someone not be good at talking?

         “You don’t need to be good, we can spend time just together and doing things that are quiet if you want.”

[ 💀 ] – He had been doing quiet things all his life. Sending the souls to Ithis or Nim didn’t net him very many conversations. The moths didn’t speak to him and he had never tried to speak to the moths aside from a few comments in passing. 

“I have lived and done things in silence for...a very long time. I think...it’s time I’ve done other things.” Death smiled. Yes, the silence that accompanied his job just about killed him. He had very few interactions with the other God, usually only seeing them at meetings. 

“Nanako, how would you like to come bake cookies with me later?” 

[shewhomuses]

                                        I’m ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ—-                                                    but I do it in the ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ.

[quietxs-blog]

starmascot:

“Yeah I didn’t get a single thing you just said.” Powers? Ithis? So this ultra tall guy was form  Some place else, then. Considering all the  sorts of people here, it wasn’t too hard to believe. 

He was about to zone back out in boredom again before the hissing of the other snap him back to attention. Now he didn’t seem too alright.  

“Need a band aid?” He couldn’t even recall if they had band aids at their disposable. Helping seemed better then sitting and staring into space, probably.

[💀] – Shit, wasn’t he supposed to keep the fact that he was a god a secret? “Ithis...is my home. It’s the Kingdom in the Land Above. Almost like what you humans call Heaven. Or, well, it is Heaven since it’s where all souls go and wait to be reborn.” The God, not seeming to care if he got his black pants bloody or not, pressed the palm of his hand against his thigh. 

“The bleeding will stop soon. It was a shallow, careless cut. Though, injuries like this usually heal fast on a God.” Death raised his hand, showing Teddie that the small cut was already starting to heal over. Did his passive abilities stay?

[lyrical-musiings]

We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong.

[quietxs-blog]

decth:     

 Was this alright? The God didn’t know if this was okay in the first place let alone right. Fuck. It was too late to back track now. He already made his move. However— It being the right course of action was another question.  

      Somehow he was staying as calm as possible. Showing tiny signs of nervousness. Signs of him second guessing himself already for his actions. A heeled foot rubbing the back of his leg briefly as he lets out a small shaky breathe.

      “It’s… It’s not too weird is it?” He asks already second guessing himself.  “If it’s making you nervous or uncomfortable… I can stop.” He says.  Already removing his hands from his twin. Tongue darting out nervously to lick his lips before teeth bite at his bottom lip.

@quietxs·

[ 💀 ] – He was given an out. He could have taken it if he wanted to. The others touch soothed him and even though his twin was just as cold as himself, he couldn’t help but feel warm right then. He didn’t want that warmth to leave. 

“You’re fine. The contact is actually really nice” But the other had started to remove his hands and Death had to choke back a whine at the loss of contact. Ithis above, was he really that touch-starved that he was enjoying the small contact that he and his twin made? Either way, his hands chased after the ones that had let him go. 

“This feels...nice. Just stay like this for a little while longer.” The ‘please’ was said with his eyes. 

[lilac-rph]

               { —— I want you to 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖.                                              Just a 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥  𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 —— }

[quietxs-blog]

crystalpendium:

“Nah I’m okay.” She smiled a bit before standing up and brushing herself off. “I’m just kinda clumsy is all.” She laughed and put her hand behind her head.

[ 💀 ] – Clumsy hunh? It still didn’t make him feel better when he was the one who caused her fall. “Are you sure? I can’t help but feel like I’m at fault for you slipping on my mess.” 

[spaacemusings]

                                    And the ocean fell in love with the moon.                                         The water knew it could never be.

[stulticaeruleum-aa]

Note: In two weeks I will be gone until the end of May. Starting the 18th I will be on my way to Florida to Disney World and Universal Studios for my birthday and my daughter’s birthday. I will try to do some drafts on the way down there and on the way back but there are no guarantees. I’ll keep this queued for a few days and post it again the day I leave. 

[quietxs-blog]

[ 💀 ] – How ironic was it that the God of Death was faced with a possibility that he might die himself? Clawed fingers tapped on the table that he was sitting at in annoyance. What would happen if he died? Death sighed and closed his eyes. No use in thinking about it right now. 

Someone would get desperate. Humans always did in situations like this. “Mortals never learn.” 

[stulticaeruleum-aa]

Note: In two weeks I will be gone until the end of May. Starting the 18th I will be on my way to Florida to Disney World and Universal Studios for my birthday and my daughter’s birthday. I will try to do some drafts on the way down there and on the way back but there are no guarantees. I’ll keep this queued for a few days and post it again the day I leave.