Hello, Lovelies

Ampy scoots next to her, offering the same support Dead offered her.

"I hate the idea that everything that I ever love just slips through my fingers. I know. I know that I should cherish every memory of my lovers but I don't want them to be just a memory. Its selfish to say out loud but I just want the darlings I have to life forever."

Admittedly, she doesn't think about this a lot. Much less her own immortality to an extent.

"...I haven't lived as long as you, but the older I get, I understand that fear. I'd give my friends with shorter lifespans immortality if I could, but...I guess that's another reason why I tend to avoid getting super close with humans and the like."

As human as she looks, with freckles across her skin, and all the ridges and slight callouses on her fingers from playing her guitar, to the flicking movement of her eyes as she explores these emotions, she's still only unconsciously masquerading as human. And she has a long, long way to go.

Dead's wings pointed up. All her souls were growing more intense. There were sad souls, there were frustrated souls and there were angry souls with anger now seeping into the reaper's heart.

Good Ava doesn't do dangerous things! Except maybe pulling the occasional all-nighter.

"Oh, fascinating! Well, I guess we'll... find out eventually? I'm not exactly in a hurry anyway."

Good Ava doesn't do dangerous things! Except maybe pulling the occasional all-nighter.

Good Ava doesn't do dangerous things! Except maybe pulling the occasional all-nighter.