#skullament

Oh, she's ecstatic!

       ❝ Two! ❞   Without an ounce of hesitation, she's leading Carrion right away towards her collection. It was meant to be a guest room, the largest besides the master, that she's started using for her hobbies. Elouise couldn't bear keeping any of her specimens outside or in storage, and she already knew her clients might not be overly appreciative of her work being in her office as they grieve   ( save the several more attractive specimens she's kept, like her butterflies, moths, and dragonflies. ).   It was a cozy room, though, and remained spacious even with the several shelves and cabinets filled with her taxidermy. There's one cushioned sofa she leads them to, insisting he sits if he needs. Just as requested, Elouise brings him right to the two owls she'd worked on.

       ❝ Anabetha and Peter. They were donated to me by the grandson of a conservationist that raised them. ❞   A pair of beautiful barn owls, pristine and groomed, leaned into one another on a shared perch. She had them gently reposed to match the very first photo their keeper had shown her, back when he was buying the lots for his grave many, many years before his death. She remembered showing that man her collection just as she showed Carrion now, bonding over his work with wildlife and her work with their afterlife when she was so lucky to be donated one. Every single one shown as much love and care as she did the humans she buried. A hand is waved forward, encouraging them to look closer.   ❝ Their feathers are very soft, if you'd like to feel them. ❞

"... Oh yeah? You've not complained before... Makes me think you're feeling a little intimidated, Skeletor!"

Adam was really struggling just to keep the other from moving, and definitely needed a small reprieve from their intense scuffling. It was always an issue between them, never settling on whoever was victorious; either side could win for the day, and keep on going the next. Peace was what he craved, but knew it would be nearly impossible to achieve, and he couldn't put his heart in it to ever being rid of his enemies in a more permanent nature.

Adam, He-Man, whoever he was when the Power went through his form, looked so angrily at the terror of his recurring nightmares. Yet, this was definitely not one of those, and very much happening in the real space of time. He had the nerve to go against him over and over again, never wanting to stop their clash of wills and strengths. Honestly, it was fun, and he'd never admit that to anyone. You could see it in his smirk, though, whenever that would creep up during their heated conflicts.

"You're lying!! You always are! They'll be fine, once I kick your sorry ass..." Rarely did he curse, but this monster brought it out of him sometimes. Especially, since the fear of actually losing all of his friends was a possibility he'd not want to entertain the thought of...

"... and... who are you, again?? Or have we met before? Do I CARE?"