#BUT YEETING THIS INTO YOUR ACTIVITY ANYWAY HOPE YOU'RE WELL~♥♥♥

[mythvoiced]

@jeoseungsaja | the GBEP

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"Of course I did," an easy concession, on one hand to overplay the attempt at humour that had bruised the Reaper yet again on a part of his being he is so very fragile to even look at, on the other hand because it's always easier to opt for humour and take the deviating of a conversation away from the seriousness it was previously dipped in, than dive any further into that ocean.

He is an ocean himself.

Older than most humans, deeper and unexplored, not a soul one can simply jump into without first learning of all the sharks hidden within, all the creature-shaped memories and realizations and confessions humanity so easily describes as grotesque for lack of a better understanding, for lack of interest in understanding.

But he is... simple at the same time.

Like the surface of the ocean where the water is particularly shallow, easily revealing seashells and crabs and algae to have washed up on shore, pebbles, where to step and where not to step, and where footprints might have been washed away of people to have walked there before.

He too prefers the simple over the deep and wise sometimes.

Or often.

Pulling Saja's hand to swing at his side like kindergarteners, smiling as though there was no reason to worry about being, as though he didn't have a sword stuck in his chest that ached him with aches he'll only shake off upon death.

Like Saja's many fears and the depth of his clumsiness weren't perfectly justified, like maybe he didn't have a void in his memories spanning a lifetime, literally a lifetime, keeping him from all the causes behind his effects, keeping him from all the truths about himself he might deny if presented with now, that might not even fit him anymore, like a suit sewn for a former version of his skeleton.

Smiling, and dragging him through the door out into the warm mountain breeze fluttering greens and pinks and reds framing a glance to the sky, surrounding the ancient, semi-abandoned small temple he'd stumbled upon once during one of this many trips to the land where the sun rises.

Fresh, and cool, and filled with noises of nature.

"If I allowed Deok-hwa the easy access to his credit cards he demands, he'll never know how to handle them in moderation," he says, adding a flair of playful arrogance to a sentiment surprisingly mature for a being who overplays any weakness until he crumbles beneath his biggest one.