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*considers defending him*

*remembers the man she married*

Trueeeeeee

‘ you forget the extent of my apathy. ’ lucifer never had a human attachment; their abhorrence was too strong, and god forbid it should ever soften to result in a situation similar to death’s. ‘ WHAT is there to be jealous of? the relationship itself? the special attention she gets? you? her? ’

usually, death tended to linger in the dark, wait for his victims final moments to pass, so he could come &’ claim them.     USUALLY.     but this was no ordinary case.     not only was this far from his first visit in the general’s bedchamber - but he also had some personal aversions against the man in question.     so if he casually rested on his bed, arms behind his head, relaxed &’ reclining, as he watched hux, then who could blame him?

❛ for how many years have you known me now?     have i ever been prone to jokes? ❜     oh, absolutely.     but not in situations like this.     not when hux was desperate &’ restless &’ all his dreams had just shattered in mere seconds.     in situation like this, even death could be serious.     just what did hux prefer?      ❛ but have i not told you so?     this whole plan would fail, has been doomed from the start.     perhaps sometimes you ought to listen, my boy. ❜

“ This, ” he says, voice shaking. “ This is your doing. ” His hands have curled into fists, and he opens and closes them reflexively, leather gloves creaking, as though ready to throw a left hook at Death himself. But it makes a horrible, twisted kind of sense: HOW ELSE could the rebel scum have managed? Even with the traitor’s help, the odds were too against them--

no, he could not.     he had tried to, several times, but to no avail — when he closed his eyes, it seemed like she hardly even existed.     he got nothing from here, not even the slightest sign of life.     like she had died long ago  &’ had someone slipped past him without actually dying.     except that her soul was still firmly connected to the body, just — all else was missing.

it was infuriating.

❛ i can not.     but if you are only here to annoy me with you existence, i shall depart. ❜

          A  corner  of  her  mouth  curled  up  in  the  slightest  of  smirks  at  his  frustration.    After  all  Death  had  taken  from  her  throughout  her  relatively  short  life,  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  a  little  jubilant  in  cheating  him  for  the  time  being.    Time.    She  knew  she  had  to  die.    Living  like  this,  half  a  heartbeat  from  dying,  would  grow  unbearable  eventually,  but  at  least  she  could  choose  when  and,  unlike  Me,  it  was  actually  possible.    But  returning  to  the  infuriated  man,  being?,  in  front  of  her...

Likewise, Albert would forever think of the other as the one that sought to comfort him in his grief. While his understanding of what his friend actually was had developed over the years, perhaps it would have been that initial introduction that spared him any crippling fear of him when he showed up. Albert also delighted in seeing Death, just to see that he was still around, as silly as it sounded.

With the pause, the King simply waited though part of him wondered if he should offer up a different topic but he assumed Death was chewing over his words with the wisdom of age. What was offered then made Albert reconsider, was there a difference? Yes! Right?

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                     despite ABHORRING being the center of attention with all eyes on her and her every moments, elisabeth can’t deny the THRILL that courses through her when men (especially franz joseph) stare. but NONE of them can have her. all they can do is stare and pray that she gifts them with her time. it’s a small part of the reason why she’s quick to leave. even when her anxiety has yet to BUBBLE to the surface, she runs off. let them hunger for more; they’ll never get what THEY want. no man, mortal or otherwise, can have her. it’s one of the few things she can control in this life and she’s not one to lose control of one more thing. besides, why linger longer than she must? she made her appearance; they should be happy that she even bothered.

                     ❝ is that so? ❞ she glances over at him, a SMIRK on her face as her brown eyes glitter with some glee.  it’s an EGO boost. although he irks her at times, his attraction to her is a source of PRIDE. he wants what he can’t have when he wants it.

“ do you think me foolish, brother, for my unwillingness to let go and yet almost never having the courage to keep with me what i truly love? ” she easily could. all it took was a kiss, an embrace and she wouldn’t have to let go of those most precious to her, the sources of absolute joy in her existence. perhaps it was cowardice, the fear of being hated when interfering with the natural ways of the universe, of taking away the thing that had been desired: an end to what she had provided.