(That’s fine. Whatever works. May I ask how you ‘lost’ the other account?)
(Thank you, and the way I lost it was that Notebook rejected my email and yeah . . . Interacting with Internet people is so much better than interacting with real people.)
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Life whispered. “How the sky changes, the sun rises and sets. How the stars make shapes in the sky, how peaceful it all is,” She would need to write a poem about this later. “How the sky is like the most beautiful poem, but is also a sad broken heart and a two sided child. A passionate flame, only to become a cool, serene lake. A place of which we can only admire and desire, and only hope we could touch one day and be flooded with satisfaction of having our dreams . . . “
Death made a small sound of agreement, thinking about how right she was. She was his dream, and if he could touch the sky, he could reach his dream, he could reach her. “You say the most beautiful things. Your words match the majesty of the sky.” Honesty seeped I to his words like a thick honey, though he knew that it could prove precarious. Silently, he scolded himself and did his best to brush away the doubts.
“Thank you . . .” She whispered even more quietly than before. She closed her eyes, and started to listen again. This time she listened to Death too, how he existed beside her. She opened her eyes and slid closer to Death, hugging his side.
Death tried not to show that it caught him off guard because he was pleasantly surprised. He leaned into it, accepting this moment as it came. He did not know what it meant; he had never been one to correctly distinguish social cues, not even among the gods. The night was upon them, and he was at peace.
“You’re so much better than all the other gods. You can speak poetically when you want, you do your job rightfully and respectfully. No one can match how . . . Amazing you are,” She said, nearly laughing at herself for saying those things aloud.
(Quick question: do you want a confession quickly, or do you want it to drag on back and forth for a reasonable amount of time, like a couple of days within the timeline of the rp, or what? I just don’t want to mess it up and be like lol I love u and you be like wtf not yet. So just let me know i’ll do it)
(How about a very hesitant kind of, highly confusing confession and then stuff . . . .?)
(How about a very hesitant kind of, highly confusing confession and then stuff . . . .?)
(So like a confession that is confusing and ambiguous and could be taken in another way?)
(Yes, pretty much)
(Ah, okay)
“You’re so much better than all the other gods. You can speak poetically when you want, you do your job rightfully and respectfully. No one can match how . . . Amazing you are,” She said, nearly laughing at herself for saying those things aloud.
Death was startled, for lack of a better term. His heart raced. He panicked, “Oh, um, thank you. That means so very much to me. I, um…” Death breathed again, calming himself,
“I think that you are far more amazing than I could ever be. You create, and I destroy. You are Life and I am Death. We oppose each other at every turn, and I have never been saddened more by anything in my exsistence. I wish for nothing except for time with you.”
(Oh my gosh. What have you done?? I legitimately started crying)
She sat up quickly, her lips parting in surprise. “Death . . . Why didn’t you tell me?” Her eyes now glistening as tears formed in her eyes. “I thought . . .” She dropped her head.
(Ah I’m sorry I ran into a similar situation and this is about what it was like for me so I’m just using all that as inspo)
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Death was afraid. What had he done?
“No, I apologize. Please do not cry….I just—“ He dipped his head down to meet her eyes, bringing her head up with the motion of his own, “I apologize if I did something wrong. I did not mean to upset you, in any way.” His eyes were open wide in an effort to make Life believe him.
He knew better than to open his mouth. He would never make the mistake again. He just wanted to make everything okay, to repair what he had damaged and continue as if nothing had happen. Besides, centuries from now, this would be just a little mishap and nothing more and all would be right and safe and good.
(You’re passing this off like it’s just your writing and using your knowledge to write and I’m over here clenching my fists and crying and loving this way too much. Thank you.)
“You don’t need to apologize Death . . .” She looked at his eyes, seeing regret and sadness. She hugged him again, having nothing else to hold onto. “I thought . . .” She continued from before in a whisper. “I thought everyone just took me for granted. That I would just be here and have the same kind of day, over and over. That everyone would just acknowledge me and . . . I don’t know . . .” Her voice faded as she tried to stop crying. No one was supposed to care right? She was a goddess, just here to keep the universe in check.
(Aw! That’s so sweet! I’m really proud of what I’m writing here, so I’m glad it’s good, at least.)
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His heart clenched in sympathy. “Life,” he whispered, as he held on a little tighter, “I am so sorry that you feel this way. I wish I could have helped you sooner. To me, you are more than the Earth’s keeper. You are the most beautiful force in the universe. You are a light in the darkness.” He paused, still unsure, but continued anyway, “You are the light in my darkness. I look for you, just to see you, in my time of need. You need do nothing for me but exsist and you bring me peace, and hope, and happiness. I would trade anything and everything for you in a moment, for with you, I do not merely exsist, but I truely live.”
(Oh frick, the moment I start reading my playlist started the saddest song on there.)
She held him even tighter. “See what I mean,” She said, nearly smiling. “You can speak poetically and fill your words with emotion, weaving each sentence carefully. Only saying what you mean-“ Her voice broke. “Death, You. You are not all darkness . . . Without you, the world could not sustain its self. The universe could not exist without you. And my words cannot be compared to yours, not such detailed pieces of myself like yours . . .”
(I’m wheezing omg my heart)
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Death sighed, “I am merely a necessity to bring balance. My job is difficult for one reason: I have to take away what you have put in place. I create the darkness around myself, and it may never go away. In the night, I am safe, but in the day, I am happy. Which will have domain?” He shrugged, “I may never know, and I am okay with this. I have something—someone—to keep me going.” He looked Life in her beautiful crystal eyes as he said this, trying to show that she was his someone, she was his Life.
(Oh frick, oh frick, oh frick . . . Oh my gocheu my hearteu. Holy frick)
She inhaled sharply as the realization settled upon her. Then she slowly breathed out. She forced herself to look straight at Death’s eyes. She puffed up her cheeks. “Blup,” She laughed. “I don’t wike dis sad dwamatic topic,” She said in a childish voice. “We need to be . . . Happy,” She closed her eyes and swayed her head side to side as she said happy.
(Is this a ritual)
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Death was confused. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he kept quiet. Only moments before, Life was crying in his arms, and now she was swaying back and forth saying ‘Happy’. He thought she might be summoning something.
(Ummm . . . No . . . ?)
Life was Life. As ironic as that sounded, it was obviously true, one moment you could be sad and the next happy. She blinked her eyes open, then laughed even more at Deaths confusion. “In what I am going to say, there will be too much irony in it. But, nevertheless, I’m Life. One moment sad, happy the next. Always unexpected and confusing, or maybe sometimes something goes right with me.”
(Oh my god it’s perfect because Death is usually sad but sometimes it’s just a little happy, or bittersweet.)
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Death luffed, a breathy sort of quick laugh. “Indeed, you are. An enigma in the most promising sense of the word. Always the life of the party.” He smiled, fully intending his awfully prominent pun.
She looked away out to the sky. The sun now gone from it, it glittering in a new way. “No matter what time of day it is, or night I guess. The sky will always stay beautiful,” Life sighed in contentment. “I think we should write a poem together.” She thought aloud. A thought that had been wandering her mind, now spoken.
Death fought the small blush coming to his otherwise pale face. “I would love that,” he answered softly, almost like it was a statement he wanted the wind to steal away.
“Great! We just need the right time and resources and no interruption or meetings . . .” She trailed off in thought. “Wait a moment, Is the meeting today? Or tomorrow?”