#maurismortem

[annatheangelmilton-archived]

"Can I help you?"

[mintteaandspirits]

☮ (If it's alright, dear!)

(Course it’s alright!)

Forehead peck

Wes leaned forward to lean over the resting Death. She slept, not something she did often, or at all, but even Death got tired once in a while? Sure. Why not, Wes did sometimes. He didn’t need to sleep but sometimes he just wanted to.

He had no choice anymore, there were things he needed to do, and he couldn’t stay. He leaned down to place a gentle peck to her forehead before pulling away and with a sigh, disappeared in a flash, and distortion of space, and then he was gone. Teleported who knew where.

[mintteaandspirits]

A familiar chill ran up his spine, a shudder went through his soul and he turned to face her. He had felt this type of presence before, this kind of feeling, but it was stronger, much more intense.

"My lady Death..."