Deathly Tea Time // Thanatos and Makaria
Head lowered in both respect and avoidance, Thanatos skirted around the peaceful souls within Elysium. He would smile politely at those that acknowledged him, but for the most part he remained blissfully unseen. He wasn't hear to speak to them, after all.
Thankfully, he didn't have too far to go. Elysium could be as vast and as small as one could imagine it, and he knew the ins and outs better than the back of his own hand. In what, to him, seemed like the blink of an eye he was standing outside of her cottage. It was...quaint. It reminded him of small abodes he would visit elderly mortal women in. The term 'cute' would be appropriate, but Thanatos wasn't entirely sure anything about the Underworld could be described in one word. He knew the deities that lived within it could not, and surely their choice of living space was no different. Shaking his head, hand running through his mop of ginger hair, he tapped lightly at the door. After all, Death typically entered quietly and with little warning.
Though, he probably should have told her he would be stopping by.
