#amoredemorte

The young man sat some way away from his home. The sun had only just begun to rise and he felt a prickle on the back of his neck. His eyes closed and, with the stick in his hand, he drew lazy pictures in the sand in front of himself. With a small sigh and a roll of his neck, bones cracked, but he refused to look around at the sensation of eyes watching him.

          ‘I did not expect to see you here,’ he said with a small sigh. His eyes lowered to the ground and his hand stopped drawing the stick through the sand.

         He didn't turn his head and he didn't look around, he didn't want to, for looking at whoever it was would engage them properly and frankly he was in no mood for prolonged conversation. Achilles dropped the stick and put a hand into the dark leather bag beside him to pull out a skin of wine. What beautiful breakfast.

Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your's house at 3AM...

♚ - with a cunning plan

        She stepped into the deity's temple down in the Underworld, having already paid a visit to her uncle. Their last encounter still hung heavy in mind, the god's promise of vengeance and the memory of his blood on her lips something constantly on her mind as of late. She watched the shadows shift, seeing the other emerge from within, and smirked. "Hello, my dear. Miss me?" she purred, walking slowly toward him with a grin. Her hand was ready to pull her knife. Always sharp, always ready, that's what they'd said to one another right?

"My God, my tourniquet. Return to me salvation. Do you remember me? Lost for so long..." The Song came so easy to Marceline as she sang aloud, not afraid of who would hear her voice. No, that was her full intention. She wanted people to listen to her and fall under a trance as they were consumed by her lullaby. But she still allowed them free will. They hovered for awhile before carrying on about her day. That was until someone stopped directly in front of the Siren. Her grey eyes drifted up, lips twitching up in a smirk. "Can I help you?"

I’m always watching.

"Give me some credit, I figured that out ages ago."

"Hello there, Thanatos! Long time no see huh? Just five more months till I'm out of here, but it's nice to see you though. So has there been anything new going on with you?"

"What's this?" Bastet's eyes shifted upward at the approaching figure, the corner of her lips tilted up in an amusing smile. "I don't usually get visitors. Is there anything I can do for you?" Warily, she continued to watch them, muscles constantly shifting out of habit.