“when something ends, there’s always something left over. a story, or a vision, or a hope.”
MISTER SANDMAN, LET ME DREAM. // accepting;; @theirmercy
… death loves this, as best as death is able.
there is nothing more fufilling to the reaper than that of words of life seen through another’s eyes; as brief, flickering, & shining as those moments are. the TRUTHS of other creatures have always tempted him, much alike a SNAKE does EVE, his one guilty pleasure as the god of death knowledge.
so to hear one of ink’s truths, as another creature not made of soul & magic, but of power & what death can only call DIVINITY, it is noteworthy. ink may not be life, or be alive, but he speaks words of wisdom all the same.
“ * yes. ” the god agrees, leaned in close, enjoying the company of the one thing he CAN NOT WILL NOT destroy. precious, ink is, to the god of death, darkness, & wisdom. “ * but they still end, don’t they? ”
WE ALL DO.














