Esme: ...Give me your hands, please.
"NO WAY! I'LL HARM YOU AFTER I JUST SAID I WOULDN'T!"
Esme: I'm immortal, remember? I'll be fine, I promise...
She looks up at death and smiles a little
¬*he stays still for a while before reluctantly moving his hands forward*¬
Esme very gently takes his hands. Her eyes glow purple for a moment. A pair of black gloves appear on death's hands.
Esme: ...There. If your touch is what kills people, then you can just touch things without direct contact...that should solve the problem...
She smiles at him
¬*he slightly smiles before quickly frowning and pulling his hands back*¬
"thanks..."
¬*he takes a few steps backwards*¬
Esme: ...Hey, you-you don't have to be afraid of me...I promise I don't bite...
"I'm not... afraid. I just made a promise to someone... that I wouldn't- forget it. It doesn't matter."
Esme: Well it certainly sounds like it does...Oculum pro oculo, animam pro anima.
She looks at Death, studying him.
"Stop staring at me will you"
