Re: log: david/aiden
His eyes flared open a little wider, and he smiled, satisfied and feline, when the soul of a coward killed fled to hide in daddy's coat. "Cute."
The Revenant watched the process of opening a dead finger to bleed red blood, and with interest. He didn't bleed, not like that, not anymore. The black dust on the back of his hand showed the truth - he burned. His blood was carbonized, and when it seeped from him, it crystallized into nothing but ashes.
"Processing," he tasted the word. "No one processed me." No one had come for him, where he lay in his shallow grave in the woods, speckled with leaves. No one had taken him.
A thought occurred to him - one he didn't like. "If I wanted to know where a soul was, would you know?" He took a step closer. "Could you tell me?"