The air felt heavy around the compound. A thick layer of guilt on a shit cake. Death was trying not to choke upon it but even the dark being had been noticeably down. He felt like he was treading waters so cold, his bones were shaking. As though the feelings of beings close to him were seeping right into his core.
His only means of readily fighting the waves threatening to drag him into the undertow had been careful distraction. Today it came in the form of dropping off a gift at Adrians door. Down the hall the tall figure swept, black cloth flowing behind him as he kept the lower portion of his face tucked behind an ebony collar that was fastened with matching buttons.
By the time his booted feet had carried him to his friends door? He'd have missed the arrival of Chase. Thinking nothing of crouching down in front of the door, he removed a custom crafted card from his pocket and slipped it beneath the door with a single hand written note. The card was the image of a skull spewing blooming flowers. The note? "We must face our darkest hours to see the light within ourselves".
Death did not step away from the door, given the stretch of shadows. But by the soft scritch of sound, he seemed to be writing something down...