"Death must be so beautiful. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow."

[scissorbite]

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[bloodaholic]

[ Dying is a fact of life, even for those who have departed it. Julian dies on a nightly basis - he's fairly used to it now. Less so in other people; he's got a horrible habit of forcing himself to forget those that he has accidentally killed over the years. ]

[ he smiles with feigned cheer and forces a light-hearted shrug of his shoulders. ]

Death isn't so scary, really!

[clashingnotes]

[ Giving him a distinctly unimpressed look. ]

I reckon the whole not breathing and eternal darkness deal is pretty shit.

/gently clasps that face

[bloodaholic]

[ the fixed smile remains but doesn't quite reach the muscles around his eyes. ]

It's - uh, yeah. Well, I suppose you just get used to it.

lfmajkdfdf BITES HANDS

[clashingnotes]

Getting used to something implies you experience it all the time. [ ... stares at him, scoffing just a little. ] And you really don't look like someone who gets caught up with death all the time.

[bloodaholic]

[ suddenly the smile is more genuine, more pleasant; he honestly takes that as a compliment. ]

Oh! Thank you, that's very, uh, kind of you to say.

[clashingnotes]

Right. I'm saying you look some weedy goody two shoes, and you're pleased. Whatever floats your weird little boat.

[bloodaholic]

No, uh, it's alright. I know I don't look like - uh, well. [ he pulls the sleeves of his jumper over his fingers and shrugs sheepishly. ] I don't look like much.

What do you think people who, uh, know about these things should look like?

[clashingnotes]

How am I supposed to know? [ SNAP SNAP ] I don't know, tough, creepy, not like they'd break in two if you touched them or something.

[bloodaholic]

I'm sorry to disappoint. [ he's so not sorry, just look at that smile ]