“You need not hold back any questions my child, gods know how confused you must be.” It was only a matter of time, and something La Muerte had prepared for years...but everything had been thrown out the window the moment she had seen Ximena. There was something so deeply inquisitive about her,  something familiar and yet so strange. She could sense the familial connection, known about her firsthand, but even now it felt as if she was talking o an entirely different person. “Can I offer you a drink before we begin? or should we start? the preference is entirely up to you...” 

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La Muerte’s instant response is disbelief, choking on the hot liquid she had previously been drinking. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Centuries upon centuries had not been kind to her, not when it came to love at least. How unequal all of her relationships had been, and she had put so much into them only to receive nothing in return. A constant barrage of emotions that had been tainted by the dark hands of fate and melancholy. Perhaps this is what had led to this blind spot, to not acknowledge the one constant in her life. How could she have been so blind? Impervious to the sentiments that had built up within her heart. “Xóchitl…mi bella y linda flor.” La muerte’s gaze soften, her body shifting closer to Xochitl’s to grasp her hands.