“He’s gone,” his voice is but a whisper, “Where did he go? Where is he?”
Death’s rage increases as there’s no answer.
“Where is he?”
Tracks
“How am I meant to create Death as I created humans? No, no of course you did not come from here. That would be absolutely absurd, would it not?”
“You mean to tell me you created me?” his voice was short, any sign of friendliness gone.
(Source: darkdaysahead)
“Death! Darling, you’re back. Strange. I’m so used to saying ‘home’. But this isn’t your home. Only creature in existence that didn’t come from here. Isn’t that peculiar?” Who was he. Who was he? Oh dear, did even Death come to forget him now? Strange. So very strange. “Why, I am Insomnia. The Sandman. The Universe?”
“Didn’t come from here..?” he questioned, blinking a few times with his confusion. Although he vaguely remembered the other, he didn’t know what the other was talking about.
(Source: darkdaysahead)
mortuissomnium asked:
Marceline laughed, "Yes, but you are one of my best friends. So, I can treat you like a child." It's a friend privilege, obviously.He just sighs, going a bit limp in her grasp.
mortuissomnium asked:
Marceline frowned. "Hey."“I’m not a child, Marceline.” he whined, eventually hugging her back.
She blinked a few times, tapping her fingertips against her arm. “De? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that’s not your full name.” She laughed softly and held out her hand. “I’m Time.”
Death quickly took her hand, kissing her knuckles softly because he felt it was the right thing to do. “Pleased to meet you, Time.”
The thought struck him, that perhaps he really did know her. This wasn’t the Time he knew, not the one that was married to Nature. But perhaps this was their daughter. The young thing grew to a woman of grace and beauty.
“I am Death,”
(Source: darkdaysahead)
mortuissomnium asked:
Suddenly kisses forehead and incases in hug.He makes a little sound of protest but does nothing to push her away.
mortuissomnium asked:
Squints at real, real, REAL hard. Waddles closer.He stares back at her cautiously.
She smiled just a bit and stopped what she was doing, leaning against a tabletop instead. “It’s perfectly okay, I’ve been stared at enough. ” And now to make things awkward. “You seem familiar.”
He tilted his head slightly to study her, not staring as he had before, but trying to recognize her.
“So do you. I know you from somewhere, I know it. My name is De-” he paused, not sure whether to reveal his name. What if it scared her off?
(Source: darkdaysahead)
mortuissomnium asked:
Squints at.
“Whatever it is, Marci, I didn’t do it.”