DEATH'S DESIGN

       he’s leaning back on his palms, gaze focused up towards the sky. the night is clear, glittering with stars and shining a deep blue instead of black. he can’t help but feel like it’s nicer looking at it from down here, or at least he doesn’t remember ever being so fascinated when he’d been on the other side looking down. “did the stars always look like that?” he asked, and his head turns to look at her, smile soft and genuinely curious. as Death he’d never been the most observant of entities, there was so much he’d missed until he’d come to find her it seems. “i feel like if i knew that i would have come down here a lot sooner.” he sighed, almost wistful. 

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       if he was grinning before, he absolutely beams under the weight of her stare. “she’s got jokes!” amber eyes bright at the sight of her smile, he bounces slightly where he sits. tilting his own head to rest it against his palm, he gestures with his free hand. “if you ask me, not having a soul is extremely overrated. very boring.” nose crinkling as he speaks, “like eating nothing but stale cookies for eternity.” 

      “i’ve come for your soul,” he says and even manages to keep a serious face for all of two seconds. before his mouth is cracking into a wide grin as he snorts back a laugh, ”nah, i’m just fucking with ya, relax.”