#revenantics

           For  once,  Thanatos  doesn’t  pick  the  words  most  appropriate  for  what  he  meant.  His  mouth  open  and  closes,  baffled  his  simple  but  hurtful  error.  The  deity  licks  his  lips,  taking  his  moment  before  speaking  again  just  so  he  won’t  make  the  same  mistake  twice.  Haru  had  significance  to  him,  what  started  to  be  only  voluntarily  duty  to  monitor  the  resurrectionist  grew  to  be  a  blooming  friendship.  When  he  lifts  his  head  off  his  black  leather  shoes,  he  moves  closer  to  Haru,  containing  her  delicate  features  between  his  glove-clad  sizable  hands.  ❛  I’m  sorry,  i  was  speaking  as  a  god  of  death  and  not  how  i  feel  about  it  ❜  He  spoke,  voice  ever  so  soft  and  calm.  What’s  dead  should  stay  dead  is  the  simple  philosophy  of  every  death  god,  they  took  a  soul  for  their  bodies  to  be  vacant  NOT  for  the  same  soul  to  return  to  it  or  for  another  to  occupy  it.  Haru  meant  a  lot  to  him  even  though  what  she  does  should  be  awfully  conflicting  with  what  he  does  thus  attracting  problems  from  all  directions.  Resurrections  meddle  with  the  order  of  how  things  should  be  and  then  there’s  him,  the  deity  that  restores  balance  in  means  that  he  did  not  take  delight  in.  He  presses  a  soft  kiss  on  her  forehead  ahead  of  moving  back  with  his  hands  resting  on  her  upper  arms,  ❛  Many  people  deserve  a  second  chance  in  life  but  that’s  not  how  it  works,  Haru  ❜  He  explains,  it’s  unfortunate  because  he  too  could  think  of  a  number  of  people  he  wish  he  haven’t  inflicted  death  upon.  ❛  For  one,  i’m  glad  that  you’ve  been  resurrected  ❜  He  says,  a  soft  smile  gracing  his  features. // @revenantics

          He hadn’t known her for very long, so it was natural for him to wonder what else he had left to learn about Haru. In her case, however, there was a strong feeling that he hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface. That there was show curtain hiding so much more than what was performed on the stage before it. He wanted to know what lied behind it. Forcing information out of someone was a somewhat difficult task for him, namely due to the fact he would want someone to respect his own secrets. The whole rule of tit for tat ran deeply for him, woven in and out of his life through everything he did. Not simply because it was one of the rules of Satanism, but because he felt it was how everyone should behave. Even if that was a far off hope for the world, he stubbornly clung to the ideal.           Finally in a warmer setting, he watched her remove the fuzzy gloves that had shielded her hands from the cold on their way to the bookshop. Once again, he took notice of the markings on the palms of her hands. His eyes lingered on them just before he reached out to hold one within his own. He ran his thumb lightly over the back of her hand, and turned her palm upward. With furrowed brows, he examined the hamsa -- something he had only seen before in various places but never figured out its meaning -- and ran his tongue over his lower lip in thought. “I’ve been meaning to ask,” he began, gaze lifting to meet hers, “What is this? I saw it on necklaces a lot back home in the States.”

          TAESUN MOVED HIS head left and right, moving his shoulders whilst his gaze stayed focused on the tower in front of them. It had only been one month since they had been trapped in here and enough of players had already died in that Death Game. They were not further as to the ground 12. There were still over eighty to go. Was it even possible to survive this game? Or was it just another trap for them to believe? When Taesun had decided to start online gaming it was simply out of the reason to run away from his broken heart. He had slipped into the game to be a beta tester, had eventually bought the final game. He didn't plan to run away forever. He wondered what happened in the real world. What happened to their bodies. What was with his family? His friends? A long sigh slithered over his plump lips and a frown slowly crawled on his face, settled between his brows when he pulled them together. His hand curled around the handle of his sword. He wouldn't give up. He would get out of her. Alive.           Most of the people here had actually formed parties. Together they were stronger. Or at least they lived with that thought. Taesun – also known as Taeyong here – had decided to play alone. Well, it wasn't much of a  decision. He didn't get along with people. Even less when it came down to fighting. And he was probably too awkward to actually get along with someone. It was for the better to be a single player. It would make him stronger. And he was, nevertheless, part of the front liners and cleared the tower on his own. The only stop he had to take was during a boss fight. He possibly couldn't fight a boss alone. They all had to keep in mind. Dying in this game, meant dying for real.           At the sound of footsteps, Taeyong turned around, blue hues locked on a familiar figure. While he had black hair and brown eyes outside he was blonde with blue eyes in here. His appearance had changed in general. Of course. It was an online game after all. They were here to be someone or something different. Taeyong's sword slowly dropped down and he actually pushed it back. “Ah, back to work?” He asked with the shadow of a simper on his lips when he tilted his head slightly to the side.

      ALL IT TAKES IS A MINOR SHIFT OF THE WOMAN BESIDE HIM & HIS DOG GOES WILD  ;   barking loudly ,  showing his canines  ;   &  jugeum tilts his head ,  eyes searching for her quietly in the space between them.   ‘    hm.  i apologize. he’s normally not this aggressive.  ’  // @revenantics

Especially other magic users with bright eyes and soft, able mouths. His eyes bat feebly and it takes him a long moment to register what she’s doing - and that it’s on purpose. Seconds later he returns the small gesture, it had been a sweet, chaste thing. “Did I do something special to deserve that?” He questions, his gaze lingering on Haru’s bright cheeks and unusually hampered demeanor. “Or did somebody put a compulsion spell on you to kiss the next person to come see you?” Anything was possible.