#mistressofdeath

That you would come for me but not let my soul rest in Valhalla.

mistressofdeath replied to your post: “Thanos my dear, you’ve been so down as of late so I got you a gift. Here,” she handed him a cute fluffy bunny. “It will keep you company while I’m taking care of things.”

Death wiped his tears away and brought the bunny back from the dead with a wave of her hand. “This time, its a bit more durable.” She smiled softly.

Oh the joy that entered Thanos'... heart at the sight of the restored bunny. As a child he had been an outcast and while his parents had showered his more handsome of brother with small furry gurlaks and cuddly snorpderms, he himself had never known the feel of soft fur and a thumping heart beneath his fingers.

Often enough he has traveled and encountered a great many things. In saving his brother, he had to make bargains, deal, and speak with countless creatures. Here before him as he wakes is a woman, She is frighteningly beautiful by the standards of man and yet his gaze is unwavering from beneath his mask.

"You are not what I expected."

How else is he to greet the entity of death itself? In the wake of events to have happened all to save his brother, it is Death he is comforted in seeing. A small comfort, brief, flickering. Gaze shifting, a palm rests lightly at the hilt of a scythe at his side. If she is here, now, surely she is here for a reason. He plans for the worst, for her intent to be one to end his life just as countless others have tried and failed in doing so.

A calm step forward. Death is not afraid of this woman, nor does he consider running. He is a Horseman, such is not a duty to shake lightly.