¬*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"
Esme: An eye for an eye, a life for a life. I'll tell you my story...if you'll tell me yours.
"... fine. You go first."
Esme: ...Alright, but my story is a bit of a long one...mind if I sit?
She sits down on the forest floor, dress billowing out around her. Her legs are splayed out in front of her, and her feet are bare. She pats the ground next to her.
Esme: You can come sit with me, if you'd like...
¬*he sits but shuffles a bit farther away*¬
"So. What's your story?"
Esme: Ok well...I'm a chaos fay, but-you being death and all, I'd guess you already knew that...and that you're very familiar with my kind.
She looks incredibly sad
(reeeeeeeeeeee!)
(REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)
