"You know, you lot are a hassle to keep up with." Death says, rolling his eyes as he swings his scythe lazily. I frown, crossing my arms as the faint sounds of the dead sounding behind me.
I'm curious what he meant by 'lot' but decide to focus on other things instead.
"I feel like I keep you entertained though." I say, innocently twirling the bridle/bracelet on my wrist.
"You aren't the only one." he mutters, then places his scythe back on his back. "I keep telling you not to die, but I have a feeling the moon mark I gave you is what causing this."
I touch my cheek, staring at him in confusion. "That would make sense. A mark from death is going to attract certain actions or things to want to kill me. But this mark, you gave me because you lov-"
"Don't flatter yourself, Cece. We have a deal is all." he replies flatly, and I can't help but smile at him.
