(Hell is real and it was made by Twitter)

“Hm…” He should figure out how to give him more water then. Though this physiology is a bit over his head. For now he’ll just offer a bucket of water instead.

(Highkey easy as fuck just have 3 jobber nuggets die so you can pull it off)

“I love you…” He tries to whisper it, still petrified of admitting to his own feelings. But he cannot deny how much he yearned for her touches.

Did she just like being touched? Or was it his own hand she desires? He isn’t sure. All he knows is that her coat is worked off in this moment. Her chest squeezed so gently despite only losing one article. He’s burning inside. Panting from her very touch ->

It’s such a new experience compared to the cold. Almost petrifying in how unknown this all was. But she receives more affection from his voice as he whispers out. “Malkuth~” Tinged with longing and newfound desire. His own soft body is shivering. Yearning ->

(Appearing to say blade is the best but I started with ghost oooooooo)

(Chillin)

The faces of those he cares for blend in so perfectly with strangers. And it’s beginning to become irritating. He isn’t sure why, but it ails him to know the memory is so fleeting. That their names are becoming mixed with something else. He needs to carve them. He needs to…

It’s sickening honestly. A part of him convinced that this is more for her own strange sense of sadism. But it’s not like he knows what an arbiter is ever thinking. He’ll deal with it, as he’s always done.