( dominam )
( Only o n e person ever uttered that to them. )
A calm & collected disposition always washed over them, but that front was quick to be cast aside, the small reaper taking a step backwards, only to emphasize disbelief. There virtually couldn’t be any way their loyal servant was still up & about so healthily. Not after almost a C OM P L E T E millennium.
( Anything was possible though, considering the circumstances. After all, T H E Y were supposed to be dead & gone. But they’re here. They’re here now, have always been here, & a l w a y s will be here. )
Wyne refuses to outright believe it, though. At least, not until their own two, skeletal hands make way to Xevial’s masked complexion, snaking it under to feel the flesh they once knew. ( & now, know again. )
‘ – – – – – – … … … h…ow… ? ’
Digits would lift up and remove the mask off of his visage. Letting it drop to the floor. Place his hands upon their’s Holding onto them gently. Caressing it a little before removing them away from his visage.
A smile planted upon twin folds. He honestly couldn’t be happier. This reunion almost brought him to tears, but they didn’t come out. He practically raised them. He was devastated when they died, he couldn’t properly function for many years. He wanted to hold them in his arms so badly right now but he kept himself from doing so. ❝ I’m partially immortal. I was born in the year a thousand- hundred & two. ❞