RosaRae half-heartedly flinched when she was so abruptly swept into Death’s arms, the warm, welcoming atmosphere about him seeming to have faded rather quickly. It wasn’t there anymore… Not like it used to be… RosaRae wrapped her slim arms around his shoulders carefully, having noticed his own ensued pain from having lifted her like this. Watching him closely, her hands would clench, clinging to the fabric of his shirt that he wore, grip only tightening before she pulled herself even closer, and buried her face in his shoulder. Who knew? This might even be the last, or one of those rare times when she’d be able to be this close to Taomasa… RosaRae squeezed her eyes shut, and simply waited for the time to come to confront her sister.
Tao held Rosarae close as he ran. He knew how far he had to go, and what he needed to do. But he didn't know if he could with the amount of power he had left. His mind was still flooded with the knowledge of Death and he wanted to clear his mind. All he could think of to do this right now was to talk with his beloved mate. "Rosarae." He said through a heavy breath. "I won't leave you. I just need you to know that." He had a few questions to ask her, but they could wait. He felt her somewhat cling to him. He knew he couldn't give her the warm he usually shared, he was focusing to much on moving quickly to get to Narelle. "Don't. . . Don't think of me as death. . . Just. Don't. I'm still Taomasa, i'm still your mate. I'm still Megami's father, and I don't want you calling me Lord Death, or even Death. You know that I never referred to my Father as anything other than his name. His name was Death, mine isn't." He sighed, and took a moment as he ran to breath. "Also. I have a request. . . Don't tell Anyone." And by anyone, he had meant Megami. He didn't want his daughter to know about this. He would tell her when the time was right and the time came.
