#maldectus

[orsob]

Commission for Vin

[necromanticgestures]

the unholy bargain

Marcain flicked another invisible speck from his jacket, choosing this small rebellion from stoicism over tapping his foot. The urge was there. But when dealing with this particular Fragment one never knew where he was, or how long he had been watching and waiting. 

He did know that Death was doing this on purpose. Fine, let him play his games. It was several minutes and a few barely contained cane taps later before he made his appearance. 

The form he chose to take was that of a decently coiffed dandy, dressed nearly as kindly as Marcain himself. The borrowed body had dark hair cut close to the scalp and flinty eyes but was otherwise not particularly interesting. He took a seat with a wide grin.  “Am I to congratulate you on your nuptials then. Shall we drink?” He put his hands together and began picking at a fingernail. 

“We will not.” The cane twirled in disapproval. “It seems the ring you gave me was a little more than empty.” 

“Oh did you not like that? I thought gifts were customary for a wedding.” Maldectus didn’t blink as he removed a fingernail. “I thought you might enjoy having an easy point to manipulate. I was being THOUGHTFUL.” 

“Rage? I think you chose the least directional on purpose.” 

“I can only work with what I have, chap.” Another fingernail joined its partner and that seemed to be the tipping point for Marcain. 

“Must you do this at the table. Do you not feel that?” Death stopped and blinked blankly at the other man. 

“Oh, Sin, I forgot how preoccupied you are with feeling.” He swept the scraps into his pocket and folded his hands. “Well our bargain is met, Seine for the ring. If you only called me to complain...” 

“Seine is yours.” 

The grin widened and the chair scraped noisily as he stood in excitement. “Well then Marcain, enjoy your wedding night.”