“…..has died.” finish it in my ask.
His heart skipped a beat upon hearing the words. Eeze… deceased? Of course. The boy had a weak body, a weak mind. He has been sick and sad and poor since the day they met. He shouldn’t be surprised the kid had finally kicked the bucket, and yet he was. He had managed to survive hunger, cold, poverty. A feat not many people could pull off as well as Eeze. And he was just a boy…
The grey-skinned Noah clenched his fist, then relaxed the muscles again, refusing to look at the one that delivered this mood-spoiling news.
“ Has he now? “ the Portuguese male finally replied, words spoken with an attempt to a blank voice. He swiped the emotions off his face, although he didn’t seem to manage so well. The storm raged on in those golden eyes of his. He had never been able to completely keep the emotions off of his face.
“ A shame, “ he added, although his voice had gone distant. Memories of the little boy had flooded his mind, letting nothing else through. With each memory, the one fonder than the other, he grew sadder and sadder. He shouldn’t be. Eeze was just a kid Tyki spent time with because it was fun. Why was he so sad about a mere human? Humans could be replaced, so could the blonde boy Tyki had frown so fond of. Humans were sinners by default. They wronged, hurt, were nothing special.And yet he felt like Eeze was something else. A pure soul, innocent to the bone.
He didn’t deserve to die.
Now that he’s gone, what reason do you have to return?
Why didn’t he just succumb to the Noah inside him? Why didn’t he let it take over now? Things would be so much easier…
He cursed the little voice that had snuck in, pushed it back, refused to give the issue another thought. No, it didn’t feel right. He couldn’t just quit being human… He took a deep, shaky breath, turning away from the news bearer. Not looking, not making eye contact. God knows what would happen then. Get a grip, Tyki, this behavior would be disapproved of…
“ Please leave my presence now, “ he managed, jaw clenched. He needed some time alone right now, and perhaps a cigarette or two. He needed to think.