@exycution
death crouched, one arm draped across her thighs while the elbow of her other rested on her knee, in an effort to better support the way her upturned palm cradled her chin. it brought her closer to the grimy asphalt beneath her boots, but the endless paid it no mind in favor of keeping her attention on the boy in front of her. sweat-damped blonde hair and an ashen complexion was all she needed to see to know that he was ill, the kind of ill that forced one to sit on the aforementioned grimy asphalt. death was intimately familiar with illness, had cradled many souls racked with the pain of it, and had eased many passings through it. it was for this fact that she knew that whatever was ailing the boy was not fatal, although clearly uncomfortable if the grimace on his face had anything to say about it.
and although technically outside of her realm of responsibility, that didn’t mean she couldn’t offer her help, however unwelcome it might be based on his response to her earlier question. his hostility was evident, but that had never deterred death before, and it was an easy decision to hold to her habit in her current situation. ❝ well, ❞ she reasoned, her tone even, ❝ you might not need it, but it seems like you’re a little worse off without it. ❞ her head tilted, eyes softening even as a warm smile curled the edges of her mouth.
❝ i can help, you know, if you’ll let me. i promise i don’t bite. ❞
