Death too has grown fond of his second father. He rarely speaks to others, angel or otherwise, but he's found that he enjoys Balthazar's company. Sometimes he thinks it is simply the title of father but others he's sure it is the open, warmth of the angel.
It pleases my father that the come to him for sanctuary. Thnisko slowly makes his way over to feel out where he should sit. I think it fills some of the void left from being separated from our creation.
Death shakes his head and sits close to the other angel, wings shifting to accommodate both of their forms. He's not busy. He might be better off if he was and didn't have so much time to think.
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Date: 2020-10-14 02:12 am (UTC)It pleases my father that the come to him for sanctuary. Thnisko slowly makes his way over to feel out where he should sit. I think it fills some of the void left from being separated from our creation.
Death shakes his head and sits close to the other angel, wings shifting to accommodate both of their forms. He's not busy. He might be better off if he was and didn't have so much time to think.