⋆~Tomes Tomb~⋆

Oh god now they were hallucinating.

Is what they thought but then they saw Arthur…but again, assumed it to be naught but a fever dream. Peeking however, through the rag on their head proved otherwise,

Feeling too weak to really speak they sighed lulled their head to the side to observe with sleep in their eyes,

“…Mmm”.

They didn’t really feel like quipping at the moment as they felt their fever spiking back up. They merely laid there, and spoke in a tiny voice,

“I’d scold you & whoever this Splatter man is…”

“I’m sure I deserve whatever you have to say to me about what happened.” Arthur admits, approaching Duet with food held aloft, “I have some food if you’re feeling up to it. I um...I can make sure you’re comfortable before going back to work? ...as an apology?”

The voice at first strikes him as yet another of the many strange beings that came to haunt him, but after a moment (and some contemplation of his most recent round of awful wretching), he lifts his head, staring about in a state of dazed confusion.

His senses, obfuscated by pain and exhaustion, take some time to finally track down and react to the presence, recognizing it as...something else.

They knew very well.

They emphasize with the stranger almost instantly. In a flick of their wrist, the skin at their hand to their wrist starts to peel away, in circular motions before turning black and rising like ash. In a mere instant their hand was completely black and with it the tips of the fingers began to mesh and yield to reveal blackened claws,

“I can sense quite easily you are of someone new to the realm of the supernatural…for me anyways, you have that…”

Duet grins revealing sharpened teeth,

“…Fresh meat smell”.

Duet chuckles then waves their hand as to signal their jest,

“I’m half joking but here, observe, listen to my words”.

Duet brings their clawed hand down touching something nearby, a simple vase, and in an instant it turns into ashes. They repeat this motion several more times before the same is done for all simple items around. Duet merely stares as each item turns to gooey ash around them and then speak to the specter,

“Think of what’s happening to you like a hunger inside, yearning to be free”.

“For you it might be such a thing to transpire however…their are ways to control such things”.

Duet hums and presses a clawed finger to their chin as if to ponder,

“Breathing exercises, things such as finding a sort of…calm is especially helpful, it finds a balance…”

As if to demonstrate Duet does take a small inhale of air,

“Hold such hunger in your hands, in your palms, a tangible thing”.

Duet holds their hands and then opens them blowing on each hand, as their blackened hands turned back to normal in a mere instant. As if the only thing wrong was that they had ash,