𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔰.

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⌕ 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 (𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫)

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Death: uses his fingers to pinch the flame

War: uses his entire hand to pat the flame out

Fury: uses the dynamics of air and slams the door shut

She would unveil her heir's body of mourning sheets and she would wail, the halls coveted by the horrible shrieks of a loss nothing can replace. The heart of motherhood would be stripped from her soul leaving only behind the shattered visage of a threat the world tried to seal away in a box, a darkness now set loose as the entity of her form takes flight and blankets the realm in a foreboding eclipse.

And her vow is so, "You took the last that remained of my light -- so now I will shroud your world in endless dark."

Y/n: *sigh* I want a man to glare at me like that.

Death: Where did you get that?

Y/n: Oh I made some soup up. Yeah, I used this- [cough] really floury- [hack wheeze] salt to put in it. Ahem!

Death: … And where did you find this ‘salt’?

Y/n: Over in that fancy urn back there.

Death: You are eating the cremated ashes of the King’s mother!

Y/n: … Well it’s not like she was using them anymore.

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Death: [speaking to one of the Makers]

Y/n in the background riding Despair in circles: Look at my hoooorse, my horse is amazing, just don't lick hiiiim. He tastes just like decay--

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Death: Hey! Don't touch that.

Y/n: shhh, I'm about to defy you....

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Y/n, staring at the Sin Talisman: Do you think they're all just... smooshed in there? Like it's all cramped inside?

Fury: [eye twitch]

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Y/n: [Walks up to Ulthane]

Ulthane: Ah, what can I do fer ya, wee one?

Y/n: 🎵 I just ate something you don't know~🎵

So he flees and retreats to a recluse location, near a coastal village, a familiar visage like Banora.

He's kicked up the boots, taken to concealing Masamune to the bindings of secrecy, hidden away in some trunk in his house that more or less could do with a bit of a refresher since its become overgrown to a level it almost blends in completely with its tropical surroundings.

Hmm let's see...

Samael is a keen listener when it comes down to it. As an overseeing entity, a demon with an omniscient presence, he seeks to know everything that there is.

What does his precious little lover have to say? His hand teases along y/n's thigh, his other on the small of their back inviting them to tell him all it is that's on their mind.

War is a stoic-riddled heart of a man closed off from much of the world - his past - and yet his honour shines through. But it's often these most guarded and closed off hearts that offer the most tender of affection. Of care.

How War would comfort y/n, I see them grieving over the loss of everything. Sure, maybe they had a rough upbringing, but still, all that they've ever known is gone in the blink of an eye. And it's finally just sunk in. Y/n sits alone at the edge of a street that's long since been broken and upheaved into a higher onlook. Splintered much like the rest of the world.

"I've lost it all! I've lost everything! Everyone-! I- never got to say goodbye. Never got to say I loved them and it's all gone!"

It's something he can relate to. The loss of a people...

He comes up behind y/n and pulls them to their feet and silently into his arms where it's safest. The sulfur, ash infested air seems to dissipate and through the blackness that covers their eyes, they remember through the heat of his body how it feels to be bathed in the sun's light; a sorely missed warmth that hides in a wasteland's haze. The red tatters of his cowl ruffle in the wind. Y/n clings to him like he's a lifeline because in a way he is the only one they've got now.