Anastasia Bianchi ჯ Death (nonespared) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-05-09 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, death |
thirty-eight.
Her family rarely had complaints about her. Aside from her lack of boyfriend - or girlfriend, her mother suggested one day in an attempt to feel our her daughter's interests but it just results in triggering a loud laugh from Death - she was perfect. She ran her end of things with the smoothness that was expected of her, never got into unnecessary fights. She came to dinner and remained until the night was over, not leaving a moment before. Her mother was allowed to run freely through her home, redecorating however she pleased. Her father could always count on his daughter to be prompt when asked for.
These people were just mortals who she would own one day. They weren't even close to God. They were deeply flawed and would never be seen again most likely. She would leave them no direct branch if she had things her way. Death simply found it entertaining to be this daughter. To witness their ups and downs, to play along with her perishables parents. They weren't boring in the slightest so why ignore them? Their deaths, when they would come, would be memorable.
And that was why she was at her mother's side soon after the woman wrecked her car and broke her leg, allowing her to clutch at her hand and moan loudly even after her father had told her to be silent three different ways.
He'd been the first to clutch someone's hand and offer a prayer of up to Him for not letting the accident end in tragedy. But Death saw no reason to point it out. The story worked better if she watched more.