Re: log: david/aiden
He lingered there for a moment. Something kept him standing. He might be imagining the scion of death and the flickering souls. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen a scene that wasn't there.
Compared to someone who had been past death for centuries, maybe he was young to embodying the concept, or early in a history of flaunting the rules of who lived and who died. He had no more explanation for why he was standing here, toes dipped in a pool of cooling blood, than the reaper did. His eyes were ivory, smooth and polished, with a history written on them like scrimshaw. If he had seen things in death, he wasn't telling, but they were there.
He smiled when the reaper offered him the option of dipping back into the grave. "Why fight so hard to stay out just to lay back down?" he asked. Maybe someone had done it before. "I still have work to do. As you do."