[Log] [Open to Pestilence and Angelo]
"Perhaps you could do a small favour for me," Death had asked him, and Pestilence knew there wasn't going to be any chance of refusal. Not from him, not when Death asked for something. Besides the fact that Death rarely asked anything of him, the favour was something Pestilence had been meaning to do himself. And so, leaving the girls with the Reaper, Pestilence made his way to the Nightmare Memory Keeper's library.
Angelo's gardens were not quite the lustrous landscape Pestilence had remembered them being. A little more unkempt, a little greyer and the skies above were heavy with clouds, a constant drizzle slicking the path. Pestilence tripped several times as he made his way up the path, finally reaching the library itself and knocking on the door. He brushed his fingers through his fluffy hair, trying to remove the fine droplets of rain from it and waiting for Angelo to appear.
It seemed a long time before the door opened, and when it did Pestilence wasn't really prepared for the sight he saw. The Memory Keeper's depression and pain was visible enough in his eyes, but the real problem was how very translucent he was. His body was pale and washed out, as if he were disappearing from life itself.
"Ah, Pestilence. Hello."
Pestilence had meant to greet Angelo politely and ask to come in, but to see him so broken, so unhappy, it touched him deeply. Without a word, Pestilence lifted his arms and wrapped his arms tightly around Angelo's neck - very relieved he didn't just fall right though the other man. Angelo stiffened for only a moment, before he relaxed entirely into the hug, a heavy sigh falling from his lips, and probably any falsely light-hearted jokes he may have normally made with Pesti vanishing into the air. Pestilence tightly squeezed the taller man, releasing a sigh of his own, understanding all too vividly the pain the Memory Keeper was going through.
"Oh Angelo," Pestilence whispered, almost stumbling into him as he tried to hug even tighter. "I'm so sorry."
"Yes... well... the same to you," There was some emotion in that voice that cracked and wavered.
"Don't be silly," Pesti scolded lightly, wrapping his hands over the top of Angelo's head and encouraging the taller man to bend, to tuck his head under Pestilence's chin as the Force hugged him. "This isn't about me right now."
Angelo's gardens were not quite the lustrous landscape Pestilence had remembered them being. A little more unkempt, a little greyer and the skies above were heavy with clouds, a constant drizzle slicking the path. Pestilence tripped several times as he made his way up the path, finally reaching the library itself and knocking on the door. He brushed his fingers through his fluffy hair, trying to remove the fine droplets of rain from it and waiting for Angelo to appear.
It seemed a long time before the door opened, and when it did Pestilence wasn't really prepared for the sight he saw. The Memory Keeper's depression and pain was visible enough in his eyes, but the real problem was how very translucent he was. His body was pale and washed out, as if he were disappearing from life itself.
"Ah, Pestilence. Hello."
Pestilence had meant to greet Angelo politely and ask to come in, but to see him so broken, so unhappy, it touched him deeply. Without a word, Pestilence lifted his arms and wrapped his arms tightly around Angelo's neck - very relieved he didn't just fall right though the other man. Angelo stiffened for only a moment, before he relaxed entirely into the hug, a heavy sigh falling from his lips, and probably any falsely light-hearted jokes he may have normally made with Pesti vanishing into the air. Pestilence tightly squeezed the taller man, releasing a sigh of his own, understanding all too vividly the pain the Memory Keeper was going through.
"Oh Angelo," Pestilence whispered, almost stumbling into him as he tried to hug even tighter. "I'm so sorry."
"Yes... well... the same to you," There was some emotion in that voice that cracked and wavered.
"Don't be silly," Pesti scolded lightly, wrapping his hands over the top of Angelo's head and encouraging the taller man to bend, to tuck his head under Pestilence's chin as the Force hugged him. "This isn't about me right now."