More story plot concept art whatever. I have no title for it yet, so it’s working codename will be The Ophelia Complex, just so I have a name to refer to it, rather than calling it “that one plot that’s done and I’m afraid to write” all the time.
I now have a list of people I would like to see more than “just this once” - so I can stare at their faces.
I need a my cat.
“No comment,” is a comment.
His body felt cold near where the figure’s hands where hovering, but he still relaxed his tensed shoulders and let the shirt be slid back onto his body.
“Do you do this often?” he muttered out, unable to hold back his words any longer. “This whole, ‘save the declared dead’ spiel? Seems counterproductive.”
“NO.” Death answered. “BUT IT WAS NOT YOUR TIME.”
A burst of wind sent the ashes from the wooden platform past his face. It was burning now, and so was the town. There wasn’t much of anything that wasn’t burning. His left hand tightened around the severed end of the noose.
“Doesn’t seem like much to go back to.”
Death seemed nonplussed.
“IT IS TIME FOR IT TO DIE, BUT NOT YOU. YOU MUST LIVE.”
“You’re the boss,” the man sighed.
“I’M JUST FOLLOWING THE ORDERS.”
“Whose?”
“YOURS,” Death said, cloak curling up from the earth like mist as he made his way past him.
Don was floored.
“I- what?”
“COME. THERE’S NOTHING TO EXPLAIN - NOT YET AT LEAST.”
I am always quality.
Quick sketch: ohhkaty suggested: Cat poker game. I complied.
Self-explanatory.
