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"How about a tea then? I'll bake seed buns if you like. Or give you access to my kitchen for a bounding cooking activity? Speaking about you and Rakan, of course. Something to make you two get along again."
“Who are you and why do you care. WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS. Was there a fucking tabloid article or something?”
"You're SO cute! Can I steal you?"
“…..I-..what? I’m sorry but I’m far from ‘cute’ and I don’t really think you should joke about stealing someone. ”
"Aaaaaaanyway. I feel like you should know about something." // to old Trox
Well now, THIS was a face he’d not seen in quite some time... Here he’d believed that the being known as Wrath had left this dimension completely in favor of seeking out more exploitable versions of the Darkin, but here she was yet again... “And what is it you would have me know, girl?”
"Now you're talking. Let's stalk him from afar."
“What? No! Do you think I don’t have better things to do? I must find my own freedom! And then I will show my brother his actual place”.
"HM. Was Aatrox always this attractive?" rubs own chin.
“Attractive? People called Varus attractive, which I can sort of understand despite him being a heinous and vile creature. But Aatrox? The only attractive thing he has is when he is so mad he can’t even speak, reduced to a meager beast. That’s... a true sight to behold”.
"Ever wished to just stop existing?"
“ What do you mean? ” he asks with a tilt of his head. Azrael’s maw fits like pieces of a puzzle, and his feathered wings beat like a winter evening’s gentle breeze. Azrael ponders a response, gentle hands pressed together as frost nearly coated the outer skin between them. He was just that cold.
“ I was there when the beginning was created. I was present during the abyss, the bloom of life, and I am there when it all inevitably ends. ” His words are soft, almost a hushed whisper considering just how powerful an angel’s voice could be. It’s obvious the effort he put in to remain quiet. “ I will be there when it ends. There are few methods to ending my existence, but without me... who would there be to carry out my task? There is no angel of death after me, and there was never one before me. ”
"I think that depends from the reality. Some counterparts do have genitals and some don't."
That’s. Weird.
Serenades "Under the Sea" at the seashore.
Pyke could hear the song from underneath the foamy and bloodstained waves. How curious, no one usually sang in a place like this. It wasn’t half bad either, and he did miss the sound of music that wasn’t a bunch of rowdy drunks at the bar belting out a cheerful (and off tune) pirate melody.
Upon rising from the water, Pyke narrowed his eyes at the purple girl. “I seldom find people singing around here. You’re quite a contrast to your surroundings.” Perhaps out of curiosity, maybe a tidbit of boredom, he went on to ask, “Who might you be?”
