#bt death

[bookthiefwithoutthewords]

death & death :: tea time

( Just for the sake of my own sanity BT Death will be called...Morte. )

Morte hadn't had tea in ages. In fact he was quite sure the last time he had it was the Age of Enlightenment. There simply hadn't been the drive to take the time to make the tea or to buy the tea. He didn't need to eat, nor drink, so there was no need. And time had always been an issue for the busy reaper. And yet, when the other Death had asked him for tea, Morte found it hard to say no. Death was so kind to him, and it was the first of his kind he had ever met.

Unfortunately, this tea was turning out to be a depressing one. The always anxious Morte was constantly checking the time and then his list and then the time once more. Afraid to miss a single soul's deadline, he was having a hard time concentrating on Death and the conversation the latter was attempting to hold.

" You really should relax. " Death mumbled, urging Morte to have another cup.

" Relaxed? I am relaxed. I just... " Morte started, but Death already knowing the answer, interrrupted.

" You're worried about your list. You've never missed a soul's deadline before? "

Morte hesitated. Of course he had. There were times in which deadlines would interrupt. As long as the soul was collected within a certain period of time, it was fine and the order was kept. Still Morte worried about missing even a single one. It set him on edge.

" How do you do it? How do you put up with them? Taking care of humans? " Morte asked. He was always so quick to dispose of the souls to the afterlife. Death on the other hand went out of his way to appeal to the souls, to make them feel better. Something that Morte had tried time and time and time again to do, but only ended up depressing himself.

" Hmmm? " Death pondered for a moment. The question seemed odd to him, and it was then that he pinpointed the source of Morte's grief. Death had hurt himself on humans. He couldn't care without becoming too emotionally involved in them. So, he had distanced himself in order to avoid them. And even this hurt him after a while. This entity was just one big scar.

" I...don't know. " There was no way for Death to answer. Morte's damage had been done.

With this, Morte's body gave up the resistance. His tea cup shattered as it hit the floor. And Morte wept.

[bookthiefwithoutthewords]

And Perth restrictions are up to you and the song

Song: Human by The Killers

That damn human. Of course, Percy Jackson was hardly a human, but even the demi-god was close enough to mortality that Death hated him. And yet, loved him so much it made him weak.

There were times in which they would lie in bed together, the cat scratching at the door, and the sound of tenants arguing down the hall, and everything felt so…domestic. It scared him sometimes. And yet, he could hear Percy’s soft breathing next to him, the warmth slowly wafting off the boy, and everything would soon soothe him. It was these few hours when nobody was looking that he allowed himself to sleep.

Death would make sure he awoke before Percy, so he could continue to claim he never slept. The rest wasn’t needed of course, but there was something about the horrible commonplace idea of sleeping next to Percy that appeal to him. Humans took for granted the joy that was holding their loved ones close. And now that Death had it, it was almost addicting.

He tried to be patient on the times in which Percy was off on quests. He really did. Yet, it was very common to see Death pacing around his kitchen, rarely used otherwise, if one were to look in. There was the infernal worry that Percy wouldn’t return. Humans also took for granted their mortality. It seemed grim, but there was something romantic about the actual act of dying to Death. That if you lost your loved one, it wouldn’t be that long in reality until you joined them. Not for Death though.

So every time, Death would rush to the door when he would hear the footsteps approaching. He would wait impatiently before finally slinging  the door open, not waiting for Percy to even knock.

Humans are so pathetic, aren’t they?