Anastasia Bianchi ჯ Death (nonespared) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-09-04 13:44:00 |
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forty-three.
Immediately waking and knowing she was home again, Death went to have a full examination of herself. The absolute works to make sure nothing undesirable lurked within. When the assurance of that was given, she took to her bed during the day and threw herself into work at night. There was zero contact with the other Horsemen and she knew it was wrong, neglectful and unlike herself for sure. But there was a certain fury and even madness that has dragged her from her comfort zone, something she did not want to throw toward those she held nearest to herself. In all her previous lives that she had been damned with children, she had never recovered well.
The package was a surprise. She needed to read the card to remember she had turned twenty-eight years old today. A warmth crept into her as she read the words her bony one has written. In some form, it was encouraging though she immediately snorted once the word popped into her brain. It was the first time since her unpleasant realization she was in an unwanted situation that she actually felt a bit lighter.
She'd give him and War a call later. A 'hello', an implication of an apology for her silence, something that would last below a couple of minutes but be meaningful enough.