Hello, Lovelies

Dead stiffened up as she was lifted off of the ground. "My lord, I would highly advise against doing so. Who else is going to entertain you in this immortal life? I am a good conversationalist."

"If you eat the cursed doll first does that count as stuffing?" Seems the Horseman was in a rather particular... philosophical mood.

"Wouldn't you rather stuff me with something else~?" Maybe she could flirt her way out of being devoured. She hadn't been eating the most nutritious soul lately.

"Hmmm, I could indeed stuff you with all manner of things. Enhance the flavor~" Conquest continued to hold her up like one might hold a cat as he pondered this curious new hunger he had.

"Conquest, I really don't want to be eaten alive. Unless it's in the bedroom then that is an entirely different story. And I prefer you being a bottom. You are a lot more fun that way."

Her words were shakey and her arms around his frame grew more tighter. "Are you tired? Do you want to sit down?"

A brief moment of silence while trying to collect himself. "I am tired, yes... Can we retire to the sofa or even the bed? And... Can I be selfish and ask you to stay with me? Just... Just hold me a little longer?"

She looked away then slightly glanced to his direction. "A lot has changed about you. I can tell. If you want to talk about your travels and what you've seen or done, you can say what you need to say. Or if you prefer to say nothing, that is fine too. I just want to be with you every step of the way. I am your support and as much as I am your lover, I am your friend as well." She wrapped her arms around his frame. "I got you."

Picks up a haunted doll. "I could eat this."

"But its like a five second rule! Except this thing is like three hundred years old which is almost like five seconds in reaper's dietary needs." Dead grumbled then threw the haunted doll deep into the forest. Out of sight, out of mind. Unless it's one of those creatures that appear suddenly when you turn around.

"Don't go after it! Its a 43 year old murderer trapped in there! It's going to steal your head or collect your fingers as a trophy or whatever!" Dead hiked up her skirt and followed the cleric. At least she wore her boots with the thick heel.

Dead knelt down to see her youngling at eye level. "Honey, what's wrong? You want to tell mommy what's wrong? Was it a nightmare? A tummy ache?"

"Oh, honey. . ." Dead took in a deep breath then hugged her son. "I wouldn't know how to and if I could, I don't know if that would be the best choice for him. Time and destiny is complicated like that."