Thanatos was beginning to realize that his lips weren't buzzing so much as alive. Egyptian goddesses had molten lips that could bring you to life, and Than's mouth was proof of that. They felt like a dragonfly's wings sounded, like that frantic rush of movement that blurred the vision and assaulted your hearing and sent ripples through the air. It all made sense. She was breathing life into everything she touched, and she kept on touching him. And wasn't it funny that he was death? It had to be funny. Than was smiling a laughing sort of smile.
And she was talking. He watched her mouth, watched her smile, and that buzzing wing sound echoed into the roar of an airplane flying overhead. Than had no idea what that even meant. He didn't question it. "Anywhere," Than said, laughing in a way that felt warm all the way from his belly to his burning, burning lips. And he meant it, too. In that moment, he'd follow her anywhere. The word was likely lost, considering how she dragged him straight through Concept without much hesitation, but it rattled around his mind like a bouncy ball of an echo.
Than licked his lips.
Had Concept always tasted like peaches?
He blinked and tried to take in his surroundings. Than blinked again. "Where are we?" he asked. His gaze moved back to her, and somehow she was brighter than before. More radiant. His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Hm." Again, not a question like it usually was. Thanatos just didn't have the words to appreciate her properly. The words hadn't been invented yet. They were at the dawn of the age of words, and millions of years from now, someone might get it right, describe her properly, but not now. Not yet. Not him.
Than grinned. "Strip what?" His brow didn't furrow, but he was confused. He tasted Concept and smelled sunshine and it was all because of Bast. "Oh. Me." Without another thought, Thanatos pulled at the hem of his shirt, struggling until it went over his head. How had he not noticed it felt like sandpaper? His nerve endings were tingling, all of them, all at once. Dropping the shirt was oddly satisfying. It crashed to the ground and there were cracks beneath it when it landed. Thanatos didn't care. Bast was more important.