death aus.

[gipsy_danger]

[ yanked from the love you to death shipping meme. ]

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[truckerhats]

Kinda?

[call it morbid fascination, if nothing else.]

Does your jawbone move and everything when you talk?

[unbreachable]

[ He snorts and settles on the floor. Roy is drinking himself to death, but he's not quite there. Raleigh knows that in the end, this will just be a scare visit -- Roy took himself close enough to court death, perhaps this will be a lesson learned. ]

Suppose you'll find out.

[truckerhats]

...does that mean I'm not gonna see it now?

[he actually looks mildly disappointed; he's drunk enough that he's less focused on the idea of dying and moreso on how totally wicked it would be to see a talking skull...head...thing.]

[unbreachable]

[ He clicks his teeth in amusement. ]

Not this time.

[ And he reaches out, slowly brushing a gloved hand over Roy's head, palm on the back of his head.

And just like that, the effects will fade, and he'll see quite clearly the image of a hooded death in front of him. ]

[truckerhats]

[roy's even too drunk to really lean away from raleigh, but as the haze of alcohol clears from his mind, he inhales sharply and blinks wide, bright eyes at raleigh.]

Talk-- about a headrush.

[he rubs at his eyes and just stares at the hooded figure before him, scrutinizing him.]

So by "not this time", you mean I'm not gonna die today?

[which is sort of a relief, now that he thinks about it.]

[unbreachable]

Not today.

[ His fingers linger, leeching all the after affects out, all the toxins and crap that he's put into his body. ]

But you will, if you continue.

[truckerhats]

[raleigh's hand shouldn't be as soothing as it is -- being death and all -- but as all the poison roy had essentially pumped into his body is drawn out, he can feel everything relaxing under raleigh's touch.]

I didn't know Death made courtesy calls.

[he chuckles softly, a smile tugging at his lips.]

[unbreachable]

[ There we go...relax. It's a gentle touch - Death doesn't need to be violent, does he. ]

I don't. You were close enough to the edge that I came.

[truckerhats]

But now I've rallied?

[he's teasing, feeling well enough to actually do that.]

Or is it because of what you're doin' here?

[he reaches up, gently curling his fingers around raleigh's wrist as his head leans into his palm.]

[unbreachable]

Because I saved you.

[ Quiet, honest. Roy's fingers will close around a wrist alright, but it's gloved and slightly boney.

Not quite skeletal, though. ]

I don't give everyone a second chance.

[truckerhats]

[roy looks honestly confused now, but he keeps holding onto that bony wrist, not quite ready to let go.]

...why'd you do that for me?

[his voice isn't nearly as jocular as it usually is, the same lightheartedness replaced by actual awe and a strong sense of gratitude -- though he still doesn't understand why death would save him of all people.]

[unbreachable]

...I don't know.

[ Truthful. Honest. He rarely does this -- perhaps once every several hundred years or more. He can't explain why he did it...only that he did. ]

You aren't finished.

[truckerhats]

[roy's looking at raleigh with a mixture of amazement and a stupidly strong wave of emotion washes through him.]

I'm really not done?

[he chokes on a soft laugh, his eyes sliding shut before reopening to look at raleigh.]

Felt pretty done for a minute there.

[he'd been working pretty hard to just be done, to be dead, finished, blank, but that's what he'd thought was left for him -- no other options, no places to turn.

and then it had just continued to spiral downwards.

but now he's not done.]

[unbreachable]

You were.

[ He agrees, tilting his head a little before finally pulling his hand back. ]

You're really not done.

[ And he's getting up, pushing himself to his feet and fuck, he's probably seven feet tall, towering over Roy. ]

Throw the bottles away. Change your lifestyle. IF you do, it will be a very long time before we see one another again.

[truckerhats]

[roy's eyes follow raleigh up and fuck, he's tall as hell. he's grateful for what raleigh did for him, but he doesn't want him to go, not yet.]

Hang on. I mean, I know you probably have souls to reap or whatever, but...I'm curious, y'know. Not everyday someone meets death.

[unbreachable]

[ He leans on his scythe, cowl and robes fluttering with his movements, and he can't help but chuckle in amusement -- nnnnot many people want Death to stick around and have a chat. ]

I do have a schedule.

[ But it's nothing pressing. Just reaping souls and all. ]

Did you have a question?

[truckerhats]

Well. Some.

[he chuckles, propping himself up better and focusing on raleigh.]

So you're like...the death? Been doing this since the dawn of time? 'cause that's a longass time to exist.

[unbreachable]

I don't remember how long I've been doing it.

[ That's easy enough to admit. ]

But there are several like me. Sentinels. Guides. But...yes. I am 'the' death.

[truckerhats]

So...does that mean there was a time when you weren't death?

[because if he can't remember, that means maybe there was something before it, right?

he's curious about death, of course, because he's a weirdo.]

[unbreachable]

Yes.

[ Quiet. ]

But I don't remember.

[truckerhats]

Anything?

[raleigh sounds...sad, almost. that's kind of heartbreaking.]

So you had a human life and all?

[unbreachable]

[ Sad. Wistful. An assortment of things. ]

Yes. A long, long time ago.

[truckerhats]

[he smiles softly at raleigh, just watching him, looking at the cowl without seeing anything.]

So you had a name that wasn't death?

[unbreachable]

I did.

[ Roy has a lot of questions. ]

You're very curious.

[truckerhats]

Damn right I am.

[he grins at raleigh, giving a shrug.]

You're death; what's not to be curious about? And you saved my life, so even more reason to be curious. You gonna tell me your name?

[he even sounds hopeful!]