O Death

PLEASE FOLLOW ME OVER THERE IF YOU WISH TO INTERACT.

A little sigh he didn’t even realize he was holding in escapes his lips as ‘Orpheus’ stands to tell someone to prepare the tea. The most difficult part is over, he tells himself–and even then he still feels like something is crawling under his skin. An urge to get up, leave, and walk all the way back home without offering an explanation seems to follow him to nearly every social interaction no matter how positive.

He agreed to this, however, so here he must stay. Again his gaze wanders the room, this time in search of anything mildly interesting to look at–and to give him some credit, it is. This is quite a well-designed office by his standards, and the furniture is certainly comfortable. (Comfortable enough to squirm in, at the very least, which is a big plus.)

Edgar looks up, catching the other walking back into the room just as he motions to him, and he stands to follow. Walking with him, he scans the shelves. Some titles are recognizable–many he’s read and enjoyed himself–but others are unfamiliar to him. They seem to be organized by author, if he’s interpreting the shelving correctly, which is interesting to him. He makes a mental note to consider this sorting method next time he rearranges his own books.

That shelf that 'Orpheus’ pointed to, however… he has to stare at it for a good couple of seconds before the realization fully sets in.

“Wait, that’s, um, that’s my…” Tripping over his own words, he elects to clam up in order to stop himself from stating a ridiculously obvious fact. Instead, he takes a deep breath and attempts to compose himself. “I mean… I didn’t realize I had a place on your personal shelves, sir. That’s quite the honor.”

He smiled softly as the dots connect in Edgar’s mind. He gives a small wave as he picks up the small notebook from his coat’s pocket to write in it. ‘ Your work is admittedly, one of my favorites to come through this company. I suppose I’m not supposed to show a bias, but I am only human.’ There’s a silent chuckle after he shows the other the written words. Of course, he wasn’t human, not in the slightest. But, their habits surely were contagious as the eons passed.

The doors opens again, and a woman dressed more like a maid than a receptionist walks in with a tray with their tea. She bows her head to them before putting it on the small table between the two armchairs in front of the fake fireplace. “Your tea is here, sirs. Also, Lord Orpheus, here is the report on that incident you asked for.” She placed a folder next to the tea aswell, “Was there anything else you required?”

Koji only hesitated for a second before he followed behind Embrace, pulling his cellphone out to send Stan a quick message saying he was going out for a late lunch & that he would be back in an hour or so if Don asked. & he also quickly told him there was a small accident, but he was okay. He knew Stan would worry about him later back at home.

He was still in the middle of texting, because Stan was quick to reply with a bunch of questions before finally submitting to ‘we’ll chat later’, when a tall figure exited the vehicle in front of them. A tall … man. Very tall. & cute– tall & cute. Tall & cute & a bit clumsy & wait did he just say his name?

“Uh, yes! That’s me! N-nice to meet you, too.” He fumbled a bit over his words, embarrassed by the fact he must have been staring. Hopefully the glare from the sun hit his glasses just right to block where his eyes had been fixated on … or hopefully the two would just assume he was shocked by Urus’ height. Which, he was, but that wasn’t the only reason he was staring.

After climbing into the car beside Embrace, hands awkwardly placed themselves on his knees, not entirely sure what to expect. “Well, there is this Mediterranean place I’ve only been to a few times …” Only because Don or Rick happened to pay for dinner, after Eva won a race. Koji really liked the food there, but it was DEFINITELY out of his price range. “But we don’t have to go anywhere fancy, really– I’m fine with anything!”

‘ I think I know the one you’re speaking of. ‘ With a wave of his hand, the screen near the driver seat updates with a location, Urus laughing softly. “Have I mentioned that you’re so cool, boss?” He grinned and pushed up his glasses before putting the car into drive. “Got it! It won’t take long to get there.”

Embrace smiles before looking back at Koji. ‘ I said I’ll be treating, so don’t worry about it. ‘ He waved his hand in dismissal. ‘ Trust me, I have more than enough money. ‘ He had enough to buy a few countries out, really. Though he wouldn’t go mentioning that much. ‘ When you live as long as I have, you learn a thing or two about making money. I run a couple companies myself. Not any involved with racing, mind you. Though I have considered the prospect. ‘ There was a rumbling sort of noise, it was embrace’s version of a small hum as he looked out the window for a moment. Don wouldn’t like it if he learned that Death himself had gotten himself into the racing market, but that partly made Embrace want to venture into it. It wasn’t so often he got under a human’s skin in ways that wasn’t just his mere existence.

She leaned over the note as he slid it to her, reading it silently. Oh, he couldn’t speak. That was okay – didn’t mean they couldn’t communicate, clearly. She gave a nod of her head at him, smile softening a bit. She kept quiet as she realized he was going to write more; she didn’t want to interrupt his train of thought as he wrote, so she’d just wait to respond.

“Orpheus, huh? Now there’s a name.” Angel smirked, raising a hand to prop up her chin. What a dope name – it’d sound killer being announced on stage. “If only I could convince our lead singer people would like my songs,” she said with a sigh, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “I don’t mind the songs we play, they’re fun, but none are from me. We’re supposed to be a band, but …” Another sigh, stopping herself from saying ‘feels like my opinions don’t matter to the band’. It wasn’t a fair statement; Dizzy always listened, & tried to help her convince Omar sometimes. Stretch … was Stretch, he never meant any harm. He just hated it when Angel & Omar fought.

“There I go, dampening the mood even more.”

He shakes his head. She wasn’t dampening the mood as she thought she was. He tapped his pen against the notepad for a moment before writing something down to show her. ‘ Feel free to speak your grievousness - perhaps I can help offer a solution. ‘

Unprompted | Always Accepting!

He blinked and looked over at the child, giving a smile when he realized why he suddenly felt a weight on his side. Funnily enough, while sitting in the garden, Dagger had switched to his wolf form and was laying with his head in Embrace’s lap. Now he had two children asleep on him.

For a moment, he thinks on the irony of it all. Death was not supposed to be something or someone that others felt comfortable around. And yet, here were mere children, relaxed enough around him to fall asleep. Guards completely down, comfortable, and at ease. There’s a broken gurgle of a chuckle before a soft sigh. He’d let them rest however long they wanted. He did not need it, of course, so he was ‘trapped’ as they dozed away. Still, perhaps he could close his eyes for a moment.

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄. They really wanted to see what was behind that door. Though, they couldn’t exactly get past door - removing magic, could they ? There wasn’t even a DOOR to walk through anymore ! The spell only left the child with MORE questions than ever before about the mysterious room the other apparently wanted to keep a secret from them.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe child walks quietly alongside the other to the kitchen … but the silence does not last for long. The nagging curiousity eventually WINS OVER the child’s mind as he turns; expression clearly begging for more answers.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ When is that LATER TIME going to be ? Soon ? ❜

When indeed. Embrace hesitates to answer. He hadn’t told Yumeno much when it came to his past. There was too much that a child shouldn’t have to deal with, despite them not being a normal child in the slightest. He wished to keep them from any more horrors and give them a taste of a somewhat normal life. But maybe that wasn’t possible within the walls of this keep.

The vampire reaches out to hold onto Yumeno’s hand and gives a weak smile. ‘ Why don’t we have dinner in the garden and I’ll tell you what I can. ‘ He could at least mention his son, perhaps. Doing so near the grave of his godson’s mother would make it a bit easier to explain the whole situation if needed.

They reach the dining room to see the main table being set and holds up a hand to gather the attention of Tide and the others. ‘ Me and Yumeno will be eating at the gazebo, can you bring it when you’re done? ‘