Jul 27, 2022
@deadshe || cont.
Nico’s throat bobbed once as he managed to swallow, doing his best to summon moisture to his lips and desperately failing. Just like his father, something about the mere presence of the goddess reeked of death-- a strange, earthy mustiness in the air, the silence of a final breath, the sudden to simply and finally sleep--the sensation dragged at his heels as he slowly turned to face her. Maybe this was what others said he made them think about death. Well, whatever Nico did was nothing compared to this.
“Yes, your Majesty,” Nico replied carefully, voice as polite as he could manage, the hairs rising on the back of his neck. “I only meant... the living are able to do things. The dead are just done.”