#timedmortality

Hands folded behind his back, gaze seemingly faraway, ever pondering. For a moment it’s as if he hasn’t even heard Unus, until those pitch black hues fall to him.

“Rest assured, I know who you are,” Ever calm, seeming to access the confusion clouding that expression, before attempting to clear it. After all, beings such as them should gain an understanding of one another.

“I was simply pondering. Time will drill a hole through anything, isn’t a fascinating construct?” The clock ticks, time marching forward without rest, molding and reshaping life within its very hands, until it crumbles into dust. Even they are not fully immune to the effects, “Hollowing out your very existence, running out too fast, even when you have an endless supply. Has it ever left you wanting more?”

That you deserve better than to be a fleeting memory?

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Yancy had found solace knowing he had a friend in Ethan. When you were starting all over again with no one on your side, it was reassuring to know at least one person was there for you. Even if said person was pulling dorky faces every time Yancy glanced over in his direction.

In actuality, Yancy was trying to gauge when would be a good time to briefly drop tools and say ‘hi’ without either getting in trouble. Each time he did, he seemed to catch Ethan’s eye, prompting the younger to pull a face. That, in return, made Yancy throw a confused face as he tried to figure out what the deal was, until Ethan finally cracked into giggles.

egotisticle:  [ TEACH ]  (limited time offer because @timedmortality has been nothing but respectful so far)

UNUS naturally hesitated at the offer, his eyes almost scanning for any sort of falsehood to the intentions at hand. He wasn’t afraid, surprisingly, but the faint smile continued to grace his features along with the welcoming expression inside of his softened eyes.

He knew of how some things were, the connections of trickery and falsely wanted intentions. But this time felt different, he could not tell you entirely how so, it simply did.

“I suppose a refresher wouldn’t be too bad to have..” He paused, the soft flash of memories from his very young times making the age of the old soul become known to himself. “It truly has been a long time, so if you wouldn’t mind..”

His words came off soft, his words trailing off towards the end as he for once let the hopeful gleam take over. His hands soon smoothing out any faint wrinkles his suit contained before his thumb on the left hand faintly brushed against the metal of the index finger’s ring, the faint feeling of the moving metal helping the entity finally relax for the faint moment he could.

He rarely got the opportunity to learn again. It was always the sense of remembrance being retold, though he found a newfound sense of childlike wonder taking over his eyes as his smile simply grew.

Who knew dancing would excite someone so easily.

     ❝  of  course  i don’t mind. there’s no  harm  in a little practice, even for the most  seasoned  of dancers.  ❞  halved smile was promoted to a grin and the sides of the being’s eyes crinkled with delight for the other’s enthusiasm, effervescence bubbling beneath his  decorous  disposition as an upturned hand extended in invitation. regardless of any enmity housed towards unus’ companion, unus himself had yet to utter an affront or provocation which  soured  their amicable acquaintanceship. with that in mind, the offer to waltz was not corrupted by ill intentions but its nature was still subject to change.  ❝  ---- and besides, it’s rare that i find myself in the company of such a  willing  partner. i haven’t had the pleasure of meeting many others who’ve readily expressed that level of interest.  it’s very  refreshing to see. ❞ 

     the idle thrum of surrounding shadows undertook a  distinctive  change, stripping multiple realities’ soundscapes down to the barest of noises to  transfigure  them into a symphonic accompaniment. pieces of voices and background sounds alike were neutered until they were individually  indiscernible  and an original piece was composed from their remains. interlaced in the melody were several  homages  to other recognizable works in order to produce a more  prolific  result but its spontaneity wasn’t feigned. a waltz with the suited entity was never without its  plenteous  flair.

     vantablack  floor undulated gently beneath the being’s oxfords after a step closer, liquid onyx coating the ground but without the threat of  swallowing  them whole. their makeshift  stage  was set and the abyss awaited the promised performance. the universe itself was their audience, and the entity demanded  nothing  less.

The Author breathed a ragged breath as he grabbed at the glass full of a golden, unnatural contents. The smell of blood was intoxicating, too much to ignore or think about anything else, so he hungrily downed it, sputtering as the strong, bitter liquid flooded his senses and coated his throat. Though, all unpleasantness left as he felt his hunger subside into something more pleasant, fiery. Miles’s senses roared back to life, color other than red coming back into focus, sounds of whispering wind rushing past his ears. He felt alive for the first time in a long time.

“What… what is that…?” Asked Miles, licking his paled lips for any traces of that fermented drink. He moved towards the creature warily. He didn’t like not knowing what was going to happened (didn’t like being at fate’s end of the pen), so having this… man? Angel? Who knew. Having this creature here, giving him something that made his dead heart sing… it was too good of a resource to let go. “Who… what, what are you?”

Unus muttered, simply keeping a calm expression close inside the tone he maintained. Soon carefully taking the taller’s face gently in his hands to make sure his eyes were met with their’s.

“Everything is fine, relax.”

They had nearly attacked one of those odd shadowed ones when Unus had shown up, allowing Annus' attention to shift to him. His eyes remain wide for a few seconds, up to a minute as he then reaches up as well once the calmness had finally settled in.

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Admittedly, Wilford didn’t know Mark’s friends too well bar knowing they were friends (and officially on the ‘no stab >:(’ list that he had been given by Mark). He was almost sure this was Ethan, and so thought it best to keep him company until dismissed.

A tilt of his head prompted him to lean to the side to try and look at Ethan properly. He didn’t look hurt, nor did he look very cold (yet). For now, he gave the shorter a patient smile until Ethan was ready to answer.

SEND ‘❤️’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOURS.

SEND ‘🖤’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURS.

@timedmortality

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"Your naivety and 'puppy-dog' attitude are going to leave you vulnerable to manipulation and tricks, no matter how plentiful your 'protection squad' might be.