#✦ [ 💀 ] 𝖣𝖸𝖬 — 𝖹𝖠𝖦 : 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖣 𝖨𝖲𝖬 ‚

[death-ism]

@blood-ism​​    𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬    𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  !!

‘unfortunately I did just that, though I appreciate your faith in me.’

❛❛   𝐎❜  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   !          A    moment    tucked    in    the    deeper    corners    of    the    underworld    where    the    bureaucracy    and    shades    do    not    dare    to    tread    often    there    is    a    silence    brought    on    by    a    lack    of    understanding.    what    could    he    possible    mean?    and    then,    he    remembers    just    a    few    days    ago    that    they'd    been    on    about    his    silly    desires    to    cause    trouble    just    to    be    seen.    it's    all    he    wanted    was    to    be    seen,    and    no    amount    of    reassurances    from    anyone    would    get    him    to    cease    them.    he    would    not    when    all    these    violent    thrashings    were    outright    cries    that    seemingly    fell    on    a    father's    ears    deafened    by    time    and    bitterness    in    endless    life    endured.    here    they    were,    again,    in    the    same    place,    different    setting,    touching    upon    the    same    lines    as    a    blink    in    time    ago.

for    someone    that    lived    his    days    in    the    same    manner    a    hero    set    adrift    in    the    hungering    bowels    of    the    underworld    too    early    to    the    very    many    faces    of    death,    these    long    runs    of    time    forfeited    trying    to    escape    …    such    deaths    that    were    far    too    violent    to    be    met    by    Thanatos.    he    could    not    be    the    one    to    cradled    his    bloody    and    beaten    body    to    his    own    form    and    set    him    drifting    down    the    currents    of    styx    to    be    reborn    anew,    still    very    blood    and    stronger    than    before.    no,    he    had    to    be    picked    apart    by    his    fearsome    sisters,    keres,    doing    their    foul    work    like    vultures    drawn    in    to    devour    his    godly    flesh.

Thanatos    would    never    pose    more    harm    to    him    than    he    has    yet    endured.    not    him.    never    Zagreus.    No    matter    how    much    they    could    disagree    would    he    think    he    deserved    this    fate.    he    deserved    to    led    benevolently    to    death's    embrace    —    into    his    embrace.    if    he    would    only    cease    this    foolishness,    he    would    not    have    to    be    led    into    death    at    all    by    him    nor    by    anyone    else.

❛    tell    me    you    did    not,    ❜    disappointment    tainted    soft    phrase,    released    from    lips    much    like    an    exhale    of    a    sigh.    ❛    you    have    not    learned    a    single    thing    in    this    self-inflicted    journey    you    undertake,    have    you?    ❜    he    may    have    bothered    to    inquire    of    it,    but    he    knew.    Thanatos    knew    better    than    most    the    brazen,    stubborn    nature    gifted    him    by    his    lord-father.    Zag    would    carry    on    for    spite,    if    he    deemed    such    action    necessary.

it    seems    he    has    deemed    this    much    necessary    now.

❛    do    not    expect    mercy    from    me    next    i    must    save    you    from    yet    another    death    at    the    hands    of    the    creatures    your    father    sends    to    do    you    in.    what    will    you    do    if    one    day    death    does    not    release    you    back    into    the    arms    of    the    living?    when    you    die    like    the    gods    do,    permanently,    will    you    learn    then?    ❜    it    flies    from    his    mouth,    covered    in    vitriol    and    hard    enough    to    set    his    teeth    ringing    from    the    force    they    are    delivered,    ❛    the    point,    Zag    —    what    would    it    all    have    been    for?    ❜

[death-ism]

@blood-ism​   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬    𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍  !!

winks at him. one quick little wink that he's sure none of the other denizens of the underworld will catch. is he flirting or up to no good? it is a mystery.

❛❛   𝐎❜  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   !       Shuffling    prince    draws    his    eye    from    the    very    edge    of    sight,    golden    hues    flicked    to    regard    Zagreus    with    the    briefest    of    attention.    infernal    stare    to    heterochromic    pair    narrowed    to    slivers,    wing    beat    of    butterfly    wings    passed    before    the    raising    of    a    brow    in    response.    what    was    this    silly    man    doing?

[death-ism]

u single? 😏😏

❛❛   𝐎❜  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   !      ❛    And    if    I    am,    what    then?    Are       you    going    to    fix    it?    ❜    question    rumbled    from    his    place    curled    up    on    his    mountainous    range    of    pillows,    shifting    to    lean    his    head    upon    raised    arm    at    the    wrist.

[death-ism]

@blood-ism​    𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬    𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 !!

reaches out, fingers outstretched as he tries to discreetly snatch his scythe without making a sound.

❛❛   𝐎❜  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   !     there    is    a    faint    disturbance    to    be    sensed    around    his    being,    very    faint,    familiar.    a    faint    tilt    of    his    head,    midas    eyes    shift    only    enough    to    catch    sight    of    Zag's    hand    out    of    the    corner    of    vision.    corner    of    his    lips    flirted    along    an    up-raised    line,    sharp    like    the    edge    of    a    blade,    suble    in    it's    devious    quality.    Vice    grip    of    fingers    relaxed    on    the    ornate    polearm    of    his    sythe,    and    he    wondered    briefly,    if    he    were    enough    to    lift    his    weapon.    Could    the    son    of    Hades    shoulder    the    weight    that    came    of    a    blade    soaked    in    so    much    death    that    it    thirsted    for    such    infernal    business?

Could    Zagreus    afford    deaths    dowry?    he    is    utterly    curious,    and    so,    he    does    not    stop    him    in    the    midst    of    his    mischievous    thievery.