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{ ❂ } ;; ❝ Uh. I sure fucking hope not –– ? ❞

That was a really morbid thought. But it was kind of his fault it was brought up in the first place— so he just stared back.

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❝ I do. ❞

Oh, he thinks he's funny now. Averting his gaze with a sudden frown ( staring, living, breathing beings, always. )

A pause, and:

❝ Why are you out here? ❞ it's a forest, cold and empty, after all.

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{ ❂ } ;; ❝ It’s actually rather creepy that coffins are nailed shut. –– -I mean, it’s not like the contents are going to be walking away. ❞

vastatoris

❝ You'd be surprised. ❞

He'd been buried, once. And subsequently gotten up and walked away.

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gorgxn

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❝Desire is so human, so base. But are you? You seemed but a miserable wretch. My mistake. ❞

Eyelids lay heavy with the weight of cobble charm, mascara smearing against apple cheeks and she minds it not. So disagreeable this one, though the heat of humanity not his own falls thick.

A smile curves upon lips of coral shade, listening to the echo of a given name.

❝ — Sorrel,❞ she repeats, a sickly hum. ❝ A handsome name, though I think you would find it appreciative if I do not check to see if the name fits the face. ❞

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❝ I did not leave my humanity behind. Only life, and all it's absurdity. ❞ He's well aware that is something of a paradox, but really, what isn't?

A light scoff passes parted lips that seal shut afterwards, pressed gently together; a smile, of sorts, curls pale tiers upwards in amusement.

Ah, she has been dropping hints, has she not? Perhaps humanity has more truth in its tales than Sorrel had previously credited for she certainly is unnatural as he himself is .

❝ —yes. ❞ he allows. Sorrel has no cause to doubt the validity of her subtle claims. Besides, it suits him perfectly, this mutual decision to avoid each other's gazes. ❝ Thank you. May I ask a question or two? ❞

#{ continues singing #u is for u and me accidentally killing peooopleeee #and probably using each other to get out of the messes we make #n is for no survivooooorrssss }

your blog is still in WIP, as it says, but I'm gathering things and trying to understand just what this blog is for? It is a blog for Death or someone else? I'm just not sure :)

Oooh, my bad, I’ll make it clearer. Maybe stick it on the sidebar, or somethin’. Nah, this guy’s an undead necromancer, my friend!

#{ i really should finish the about pages laughs }#out of the light;

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Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The Carriage held but just Ourselves, And Immortality.

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#about sorrel tbqh #{ burnt pages }#{ o death }

gorgxn

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❝ What a poor sweetling you are then. Coudlst I feel anything, I would feel pity for thine soul. ❞

He searches but does not see and for that, she thanks. What a horrendous introduction that would be. Her first fascination in years turned to

S t o n e .

And to what minimal effort she supplies, averting her own eyes behind lids pale and lashes heavy.

❝You did that? So I was correct. Hardly ordinary. A mortal who is not a mortal. Tell me, do you have a name? — You may call me Maud. ❞

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❝ I don't require or

want your sympathy. I am where I want to be, and am how I desire to be. ❞

Eyes settle on curving clavicles; lips purse in subtle disapproval of her words, her implications.

❝ I suppose that is correct... Maud. ❞

Lips part, white teeth barely visible. ❝ I am Sorrel. ❞

#gorgxn #{ f is for friends who talk about death together }

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{ ➸ — ; } ❝ — Is that a true wish? Though the stay of my gaze is but a temporary prison ❞

Souls could live on. Vexed. In ruin. All for her own delight.

She can provide him no salve. Damnation doth take its time.

❝ You are unlike most men. Does your heart beat? ❞

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❝ The truest I have ever wished. ❞

Gaze skitters along her jawline, inspecting what makes her her without seeking out her eyes. There is the briefest of debates on how to answer, and his mother may her eternity in the loving arms of death never end would say Sorrel is far too trusting, but

❝ I stopped my heart long ago. ❞

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“Can’t say that I’veheard of that saying before——

——but I suppose there’s some truth to it, if I’ve understood it correctly.”

He’s never really been all that great at catching onto sayings.Especially not with ones that were so vague and riddled.

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❝ I thought of it. Just now. ❞

Oh, oh, he looks like a servant. Perhaps he could direct Sorrel where he needs to be. It would be rude to presume, however, and so he stays silent.

#magnaveneficus #{ shh yes come to me }#{ i need to make sorrel a merlin verse now bless }#v: a time of magic #{ is that too lame. oh well. }

gorgxn

{ ➸ — ; } Faces etch themselves upon a faulty memory, carving like chipped stone against a portrait so unreceptive to it’s whims. She regards, murmuring —

❝Would you rather it stop? Slow? Cease? — … Petrify?

Life goes on, quickly, or it fails to be just that. Life. ❞

vastatoris

❝ Let it end. What does it matter? I would indeed prefer it stopped altogether. ❞

Granted; it is stopped for him.

But it burns like being dipped in hot wax to have it's gaudy colors surrounding him always.

#gorgxn

plasticismylife

#{ v: death is my reward }#{ mirror mirror }

❝ The ebb and flow of life... like the oceans currents, move too

...fast. ❞

So many people; all of them new.

#open for mutuals;

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❝ — No, I would assume not. You actually seem to have manners.

Is there a reason though that you’re by the Gryffindor common room? You aren’t even in student robes. ❞

vastatoris

❝ Very true. ❞ The faintest laugh follows, gaze flitting to rest on curve of feminine cheek. Not quite eye-contact, but it usually pleases most he meets. ❝ A tutoring session, miss Granger. ❞

#v: death is but the next great adventure #{ ooh a TA i like that #i'll have to research around yis #also i figure he'd have heard of her name gomen~ }

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"— -Hey-"

It’s almost pathetic, that the girl feels the need to speak to a complete stranger. But for too long has she let her mind play both sides in the mental chess called conversation.

"— don’t you think it’s weird?"

She forgets that this isn’t another solo-game. The other doesn’t know what she’s talking about. But she’s far too engrossed in her thoughts to realise.

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❝ weirder than... weird?. ❞

There are plenty of things that are strange, but not. Paradoxes, Sorrel believes, are a natural occurrence. which made it hard to answer certain questions, now and then. And so he substitutes song lyrics in place of a proper answer that might be satisfying.

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