He is laughing but it is hollow and empty. As empty as his threats apparently. ”Even the immortal can die dear girl. You just don’t want it as badly as you claim to.” His crimson gaze glints with a sudden hardness. A hoof scratching the frost covered ground, almost in a mirrored way of someone filing their nails. ”I never said I would be the one to kill you.” A snap of his snowy tail against his ash covered hindquarters, the curl on his lips more present than before. ”I said I could give you death. I can give you to your reaper.” There were plenty of ways to die and plenty of others who could deliver. Even those that could overcome immortality. And he knew plenty of them.
He laughs again, this time with a bit more amusement. ”I would rather not be a god. Too much responsibility.” His angel wings stretch out behind him as he moves closer to her, the girl with a death wish. ”And you’re right, a kiss is just the beginning.” He is bold and brash, his lips trailing gently against her shoulder for a mere second before he pulls away. ”Why do you want death so badly? I’m curious about your motive… What have you done to deserve death?”
Gryffen
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