johnwick (johnwick) wrote in amongusplay, @ 2018-07-27 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | death (deathisnice), john wick (johnwick) |
Who: John Wick johnwick & Death deathisnice
What: Greeting Old Friends
Where: Outside the Arrival Hotel
When: Shortly After Arrival
Rating/Warnings: Parental Guidance Suggested (Discussion of adult topics such as murder, death, and suicide.)
Status: Closed/In-Progress
"It's good to see a familiar face."
John Wick was a nightmare figure to many men. The female standing opposite him was a nightmare to the whole universe as far as he knew. She had a stillness to her which captured the attention while making all the hair on the body stand up in fear or awe or a combination of both. He couldn't decide if she was beautiful or not. He didn't think it really mattered since he only recognized her because he'd spent more time in her company than in the company of any other in his life.
"You're Death. Right?"
He didn't need the confirmation, but a part of him wanted to hear her say it out loud all the same.
The need was as instinctual as the desire to hear his wife say his name when he made love to her. She knew who he was -they were married- and he was more than aware of who he was when he was with her than when he was alone. No mirror ever showed his reflection so clearly as her eyes when she had stared at him. John couldn't remember the first time his wife had said his name; he could remember the last time.
Was that what life was like for Death?
Could she remember the last words of everyone without ever remembering the first words?
What would it be like to live a life of endings never expecting to experience a beginning to anything?
"I wouldn't presume except I was planning to go see a friend about a thing and I knew I was going to see you there. I wasn't expecting to be here," John let his arm drop to his side, the guns he carried feeling weightier than they'd a right to be as he stood before a figure out of the mystic, "I don't know where here is exactly, but I know it isn't where I was going. I've seen a lot of Italy. This? Isn't it. What about you? Do you know where we are? Were you expecting to be here?"
John wanted to hear her say she knew it all. He couldn't imagine a world in which Death could be taken as easily as he himself.
The idea of Death being taken by surprise was more terrifying than any idea he'd ever been presented or had on his own.
Who could surprise someone greater than any god?
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