𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

Oh, dear. You're falling apart. Where has your mind drifted to?

Mercy? How could you possibly ask for mercy, when your mistakes led you to this? I've set the tune; I've seen you fall once. I gave you another chance, a guiding light through the endless dark you deserved. And this is how you pay me? No, dear. It's time to dance.

A hand gently moving, aiming to tilt her head towards him, back into his gaze. A gloved thumb absently caressing her cheek, now wet from spilt droplets. But what, hm?

Manifesting, once again.

Hex.xn--6ii Scrolling through my feed in public let's fucking go

Oh, but neither do I. I am but a helping hand, guiding the lost from one life to the other. I do take a commission, though. This is a fruitful endeavor, if one's to run it properly. Perhaps a partnership would come in handy, hm?

(frantically indexing the souls he has into a little excel spreadsheet)

Ah, I see. So this is what they call 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. How very fun to have you in the soul business, dear.

Oh, no, he wasn't quite done yet. He did admire her show, making sure that his fingers rewarded her properly with gentle rubs along locks and ears; yet, when she opened her brims again, he leant forward and offered her his tongue. If she wanted another taste, of course.

Hex.xn--6ii It should. But in the meantime, I'll be chaotic

A swift motion of his own lips, gathering the very flavor she so sought on the tip of his tongue. Making it drip, oh so very slowly, right into her awaiting one. Keeping her steady with his gloved hand, just to further see her indulge in the savor.

Hex.xn--6ii I crave chaos

The handling on her ears but a feathery touch; yet, with his hand descending further into her locks, his digits sank further. With just enough strength to pull her head back, and face his own. “Open wide,” he said, sticking his tongue out from above.

Hex.xn--6ii I usually feel more comfortable while playing OCs, rather than canon characters. Thus, I'll flip my Omen acc to an Elden Ring OC during the weekend. Pspspspsp fantasy and mv characters, lemme grab you 👀

Gloved hand aiming for her head. Not for a pat, but for something better: using fingertips to massage her scalp, even taking some time to rub around her ears. Perhaps, if she stopped chewing and looked up, she'd even get a surprise.

Oh, right, right. He should start organizing games again. Mr. Spades is certainly getting bothersome with his requests. Hmmm, yet: what to do? Amidst so many immortal beings, a game between life and death seems pointless. Perhaps a competition would suffice.

He didn't abandon her. He was just... Absent. From life. But he's back!