you’re rather sweet-faced looking for your ilk, child.

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you’re rather sweet-faced looking for your ilk, child.
there’s context behind this joke but because theres too much information involving my wip i will not give it
day 30: catch
“hey, hey. remember the games we used to play?”
the dance of corpses, the dance of corpses running off to the underworld is its own comfort, ain’t it? stuffing oily fat into the creases of the brain in that joyful sacred ground
once we were
here is a sneak peek of what once was.
He looks up to face Germaine, his teacup empty with just a crumpled teabag sunken against the dregs of half-dissolved sugar and the pale pink icing on his cake melting. Sunset has come for Dessuex, and with it the garden has been transformed into a treasure chest: Leaves glimmer with bits of silvery dewdrops, light falls rosy gold against everything, flowers bloom bright and almost glow in the coming dark. With the way things are right now - sugar still sweet on his tastebuds and seated in a flowery little treasure chest - Tinneo is not sure if he would want a thing to change. Then he decides.
“I’d want things to be fair.”
Germaine lifts her teacup and takes a sip, quartz brown eyes peering at him from over the rim. “What do you mean?”
Technically, he can change things - he is a god, after all. But there is only so much a god can change, and he knows what Germaine means: She speaks of the impossible, of completely controlling the hearts and minds that they gave mortals so long ago.
“Good people get good things and bad people get bad things. That’s the way things should work. If someone does something wrong, they may not always mean it when they say sorry.”
“I see…”
“So if things were fair, then bad people wouldn’t have to be forgiven. They wouldn’t get a second chance to do everything wrong again.”
“In other words, the evil are punished and the good rewarded.”
Tinneo laughs, quiet and half-sincere. “That’s what I said. You’re just saying it with fewer words.”
“Maybe I am. But you make a point, dearie.”
They stay like that, wondering about a world where black and white are the only colors and kept separate from each other as they finish what’s left of a late afternoon tea and watch the setting sun.
i drew this earlier but it’s around 11:30 as i upload this so i am Fittingly Tired