#g.o death

[ask-the-being-of-life]

Death needs you, he had a flashback.

Life nods at you, she opens the door to her household. Then with a sigh, she sets down her purse and parasol, and fluffs out her light pink dress.

Walking into the den, she softly calls out, "Death? Sweetie?"

@ask-the-four-horsepeople

[ask-the-being-of-life]

"Umbra!" Life laughs as she sees the wolf next to death

@ask-the-four-horsepeople

[ask-the-being-of-life]

Death arrives with a swish of his cloak, in his human form. He bows deeply to her, a soft smile on his face. “My queen.” (@ask-the-four-horsepeople)

She smiles softy, and quickly approaches him, "My king."

(( @ask-the-four-horsepeople ))