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 Male x Male  Supernatural/Paranormal  Romance O Death!

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by CursieKitti, May 8, 2018.

  1. CursieKitti

    CursieKitti Well-Known Member Member

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    Julian was having quite a day.

    Everything around him was dark, and though they were muffled, he could still hear the words of those that he could feel crowding around him clearly: "O Might God of Death! We provide to you this offering, so that you may spare us your wrath!" There was some shuffling and then a sudden rush of heat that startled him into trying to scream, but he realized his mouth was full and taped shut. He tried his hardest to struggle, but he felt thin cords digging further into his skin.

    He was gagged and bound-- these were the last things he expected to be when he got up this morning. Late to class, maybe; exhausted from an all-nighter studying, absolutely. But tied up with a bag over his head and a splitting migraine? This was definitely not what he was expecting.

    "The Sacrifice has awakened! The ritual can begin!" someone to his left hissed. There was another whoosh of hot air, so close to him that he feared he was being burned, and again he tried to scream. Something grabbed at him, and he immediately flinched away from the touch-- as a result, the bag was torn from his head, along with a few strands of hair and the reality of the situation was able to form.

    It was suddenly night. Shadows of trees loomed overhead and cloaked figures lurked beneath him at all sides. Julian whipped his head around him, tearing eyes widening as the terror began to set in. Oh God, this is real. The hidden figures of chanting, some of them fanning the fires of a bonfire that was a mere inches from him, and it seemed that the flames were being coaxed in his direction. He tried to twist from his restraints, only to find that they were bound behind him to a post. Beneath him, the leaves of herbs and odd looking flowers were beginning to smoke as hot embers leaped from the pit onto them.

    Oh, GOD. They're going to set me on FIRE.

    Julian began to cry. He couldn't remember what he was doing before this, and he couldn't see a way out of this. He pulled his knees to his chest as hard as he could, shrieked until his throat was raw, attempted to beg-- but nothing was happening. The flames were starting to catch and work its way closer to him. These people were insane, but they were going to be successful in sacrificing him. But why? He wasn't even a virgin!

    One of the cloaked psychopaths suddenly let out a startled cry. "Lights! Shit, it must be the cops!" he cried out, and suddenly the rest of them scrambled.

    "What about the sacrifice?" One of them asked, to which Julian couldn't help but agree.

    "It's already being done. Death is going to come for him either way and will be satisfied. We gotta get out of here!" shouted another. And all of the sudden, Julian was alone. He couldn't turn enough to see where they went.

    He sobbed and fought harder, yanking at his arms so hard he felt his shoulders might dislocate. He had actually been left to die in the middle of some godforsaken woods by people he didn't even know existed for reasons he had not been given the answers to. They didn't even have the decency to finish him off, and he was just going to have to suffer, and for what? For some ritual?

    If he had to guess, this was probably the worst day he had ever had, and it was starting to look like his last.
     
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  2. Ile Coma

    Ile Coma Distinguished Disaster Member

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    "Who calls me?"

    It's not hard to get Death's attention. It's just that usually, those who have it are the dead and dying, and they don't hold his attention for very long before they get ushered along to their next destination. Bringing Death somewhere that he didn't already intend to be is a little more of a feat.

    This summons was unusual, to say the least. He had been faintly curious at first, but now it was nagging at him, and as he drew closer, it left an acrid, sickly sweet taste in his mouth.

    This rite hadn't been invoked in hundreds, if not thousands of years, and now he could feel that it was being invoked incorrectly. Some parts of it, the most important parts, were as they should have been, which made the parts that weren't all the more confusing. It motivated him to hasten his arrival, the better to survey exactly what was going on.

    He would wear white, he supposed. That was only proper for a wedding. It would be polite to show a human face, as well, painted up a bit to mark the occasion. Eyes and lips darkened with ocher, nothing too extravagant. Deer skull headdress firmly in place, but not obscuring his features. Scythe hoisted over one shoulder, just for effect. People loved the scythe.

    As he finally, fully arrived among the trees, it became very clear that far more was wrong here than he had first anticipated. The yelling and retreating figures, the smoke...

    ...the bound-and-gagged man in the middle of a makeshift pyre.

    Silvanus stepped into the bonfire clearing, eyes sweeping the area. All had deserted, save for the man in the middle, who both obviously couldn't have and obviously wanted to. This was...

    "What is this."
     
  3. CursieKitti

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    There was a moment, just a brief snatch of time, where Julian found himself staring, completely dumbfounded. The man that had suddenly appeared was like nothing he had ever seen-- dressed sharply in all white with a strange head dress and a long curved blade over his shoulder. But the more he stared, the more he was able to piece small snatches of information together.

    The man was Death. Death was here. Death had come for him.

    Honestly, he had expected being burned alive to hurt a lot more. He hadn't even begun to catch yet, and though his legs were definitely beginning to feel the uncomfortable heat he was still largely unharmed and intact. And so, without anything left to do, Julian began to scream and cry and beg.

    Please don't take me away! This isn't my time, I don't want to go! The thoughts spilled forth when words could not. The flames suddenly roared closer to him with a guys of wind, and Julian shrieked from around the cotton that was crammed into his mouth. His hair, blond and tipped with a fading rose color, was starting to stick to his face with his tears, and his eyes were like the ocean-- vastly blue and unyielding in their wetness. He wasn't even wearing full length pants-- he had been wearing shorts and a t-shirt, on his way to his dance class, which had been getting ready to take a final for.

    His teachers were going to be furious.

    Julian squirmed and struggled again, trying to turn himself away from the oncoming flames. If he could only get out of these restraints, maybe he could outrun Death? It didn't seem likely, but he was having a very unusual day. Statistically, if he was able to escape, the odds would inevitably shift toward him.

    _Please, Mr. Death, I'm not ready-- this isn't my fault. Please let me go!_ He tried to cry out, but could only manage more tears.

    This was a disaster. A nightmare, even.
     
  4. Ile Coma

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    One could surely be forgiven for feeling just a bit put-out when they arrived expecting a wedding reception and were instead greeted with... this.

    Silvanus would have liked someone to demand answers from, but it wasn't hard to work out the basic details of what had happened here. Somebody had performed about two-thirds of a ritual as they should have, and then had severely misinterpreted the rest. Silvanus spent much of his existence cleaning up the messes left by others, but even he found himself not entirely sure of how to proceed in this situation. That his unfortunate erstwhile spouse was so clearly an unwilling participant wasn't helping.

    Honestly. Incidents such as these were truly few and far in between, but Silvanus always had to wonder: where was the logic in seeking to appease the gatekeeper of the afterlife by presenting him with more work? He would have dwelt on that longer, but the screaming and crying was very distracting, even muffled as it was.

    ...Right, the bonfire. That was probably contributing to the distress.

    With a great sigh, Silvanus lifted the scythe from his shoulder and swung it down into the ground. The blade cleaved through the soft earth with next to no resistance and lodged itself deep enough that it would stand on its own when he let it go. That wasn't going to be necessary right now. Leaving the scythe where it stood, he strode onto the pyre.

    The flames licked at his bare feet and were just as quickly snuffed out as he passed, sinking into embers and then crumbling into ashy footprints in his wake. Metaphorical death was just as much his domain as literal. He had to bend almost double to put himself at eye level with the bound young man. Pretty, was the off-hand thought that occurred to him, followed by, Shame about the circumstances.

    "You'll hurt yourself if you keep struggling. Be still."
     
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  5. CursieKitti

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    To his credit, Death was at least on brand. It was scythe that really tipped off who he was supposed to be, and though his imposing figure was certainly of note, it was the curved blade that was giving Julian the worst sort of fear, coiling in his gut. The weapon was raised, and Julian cringed hard, expecting it to come down across his neck and cleave his head from his shoulders to let his soul spill free. At least, that was what he guessed Death would do. What else did he need that thing for?

    But instead, the air around him cooled and there was no pain to be had. When he opened his eyes, the man filled his vision, so close to his face that Julian jolted hard enough to smack his head against the post. He groaned and winced; but to his credit, it didn't make him want to scream anymore. He had the worst kind of headache.

    He managed to peer at Death again. Something in the back of his mind was relieved that he wasn't just a skeleton in a cloak, but there was something equally unnerving about the man that was hovering over him. Maybe in a different situation, perhaps not at the scene of a near crime, he may have been handsome. His features were chiseled and his eyes were dark, like an oncoming storm. But it just made his heart clench in his chest.

    If he could speak, he would ask to be spared. He would attempt to challenge him to some kind of contest-- even though he was sure that that was only some myth. He would do anything to keep himself from being taken from this world too soon. But it was clear that his fate was now entirely up to Death.

    This day could not have gotten any worse. Except, it did-- when Julian heard the bushes rustling just off to his right.

    "Oh shit!" The bush hissed. Peering through the branches was one of the occult members who had originally fled. He was a lanky pale man, with a ridiculous looking black hooded robe and red, clearly fake contacts in his eyes. He had come back, realizing that he had left the book that he and his comrades had gotten the spell from. Someone was quick to remind him that his fingerprints were the most prominently on them, and if the police were to get involved-- well, he couldn't go back to jail.

    But he had been caught off guard by the stranger kneeling over their sacrifice with the flames snuffed out. He might have stayed quiet, too, if an insect hadn't flown into his face and startled him.
     
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  6. Ile Coma

    Ile Coma Distinguished Disaster Member

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    Ah. One of the people who had called Silvanus here and then -- quite rudely, to be honest -- left before his arrival had returned. Good. They needed to be informed of their mistakes so that nobody tried to pull this little stunt again. One shotgun wedding was quite enough for anybody, even Death.

    Silvanus straightened up and turned his attention to the bushes that concealed the occultist. As he did so, one hand trailed almost carelessly down the post until he reached the ropes binding the young man's arms. They were thick hemp ropes -- sturdy, but organic. Silvanus's fingers found purchase, and rot spread from beneath his fingertips, crumbling the rope into dust under his touch.

    The duct tape he couldn't do anything about, short of pulling it off by force, and he assumed that wouldn't be appreciated. Better to free the man's arms and let him take care of it himself.

    "Show yourself," Silvanus said to the person still in hiding. His tone made it clear that this wasn't a request.
     
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    There was a moment of pause, perhaps consideration, before the man shot up to full height, his hands pressed tightly together and he bowed so deeply at the waist that he nearly toppled over. He caught himself, then tried again, trying to withhold some sort of dignity. After all, he had just been caught spying in the bushes.

    "My Lord!" he blurted, then realized that his voice was the loudest it had probably ever been. He swallowed soundly then stepped from his hiding place only to drop to his knees in a full on worship, his spindly arms splayed out full in front of him. "I did not mean to intrude on your betrothal... Please spare me, O Death!'

    Julian had been recovering from another, much milder bought of shock when the rope had all but disintegrated at this man's touch. He was starting to feel lightheaded, and was able to cling to the post now while he tried to get his barrings. Could he run? There had been an opening, just behind him-- but that was likely where the group of psychopaths had disappeared. But since his legs still felt numb and boneless from absolute terror, he instead chose to work on removing the duct tape. He had some experience with it, just not from his face. It wasn't painless, but he managed to peel it off and spit out the cotton (was it from a stuffed animal?!) just as he heard what the other man was saying. Betrothal?

    His eyes went wide. "WHAT?"

    The man was startled into looking over at the intended sacrifice, and sputtered. "You should be honored! Y-you were chosen for Death to be his bride--"

    There was no restraint as Julian shrieked in response: "I'M A GUY."

    "...Spouse." The man amended, face coloring with embarrassment. "...I-I'll admit, my Lord, we were hasty. But we didn't want to miss the opportunity to appease you u-under the rite of the blood moon."
     
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  8. Ile Coma

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    It was a very good thing that gods weren't given to such mortal ailments as headaches.

    This. This was why he didn't just drop in among the living for laughs (Unlike some people. Silvanus still hadn't forgiven the collective that dedicated themselves to revelry and hedonism for all those sports-related riots he'd had to clean up after.). People got weird ideas when Death started hanging around -- or, as could be seen here, even when they just figured out that he was an actual entity rather than a mere force of nature.

    Just what sort of appeasement did it seem like he needed, anyway? He and his underlings were doing their job as steadfastly as ever. The thought of passage to the afterlife frightened many, but they ought to stop and consider just how much of a disaster it would be if things stopped dying.

    As an aside, his new spouse was quite loud for such a tiny thing. Silvanus appreciated his ability to muster that kind of spirit after such an ordeal.

    "...I have no intention of taking your life," Silvanus said dryly to the kneeling man. "Though I imagine it would make your merry band of morons think twice before attempting this kind of thing again."

    Honestly, knowing that they'd figured out the intent of the ritual made it all the more aggravating that they had gotten the execution so wrong. And-- wait, come to think of it, which blood moon? The hunter's moon would have been most appropriate, situated as it was between life and death, a celebration of hunting and feasting upon one's prey in order to sustain one's life and the lives of their family. It was the wrong time of year for that, though. Had a lunar eclipse happened recently? Was that what the man was referring to?

    Silvanus wasn't even in charge of the moon. Its position was significant, to an extent, but-- oh, this was just one debacle after another. He might actually get a headache at this rate. Silvanus distractedly worked a hand through a tangle in his hair, smoothing out the dark auburn waves just a bit. He came up with a stray leaf that had been entangled and let it be carried away by the breeze.

    "You've gotten it all wrong," he went on, irritation seeping into his voice. "The rite of marriage is not, nor has it ever been, a rite of killing. You've misinterpreted the meaning of sacrifice." He could have gone on to explain how sacrifices which did involve killing were a thorny subject as it was, seeing as how Silvanus had to turn up to collect someone else's offering. He knew that he wasn't alone in being satisfied that the practice had almost completely fallen out of fashion long ago.

    He expected that trying to explain further would only cause more confusion, though. The other parties here were looking uncomfortable enough as it was.
     
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    The man paled considerably, which was a feat-- given the fact that he was already the color of someone who had not seen the sun for years. Death taking him had been nowhere on his radar, from the looks of things. And to prove it, he immediately dropped the act.

    "L-listen man, I was only in this 'cause they said something about living longer, okay?" he stammered, clamoring to his feet and holding out his hands in front of him to signal peace. "I had no idea that it would get this serious, but we were already in too deep, y'know? They told me that they'd gotten somebody, a-and our names were already all over this thing. I've only been running with these guys for a couple of months. I thought it was cool for a while, but then they started acting crazy."

    Something akin to contempt crossed Julian's expression and his eyes narrowed. "What the actual fuck are you talking about?" he asked, voice dropping a pitch with his very reasonable rising anger.

    The man shook his head. "I thought it was some kinda alternate frat or something? I'm just a freshman and the rest of the frats are full of bros. I thought these guys got me a little better, I didn't think--"

    It took everything in Julian not to launch himself at this idiot. He instead got up, pushed his fingers through his hair and shook his head, visibly trying to calm himself. He opened and closed his mouths a few times, he pinched the bridge of his nose. He sighed. "Shut up. Shut your mouth and get as far away from me as possible or 'Death' is going to be the last thing you need to worry about."

    Effectively startled, the young man edged around the looming figure in white as if he were a wild animal broken from a chain. He reached down to grab for the book, hands shaking terribly as he reached for it, and once it was in his hands, he took off running. He was gone in a handful of seconds, and Julian could only watch while thinking terrible, awful things to befall him and his stupid friends. He would try to call the police, but as crazy as this sounded to him, having already lived it, nothing would come of it.

    He took a deep breath and turned to face the stranger who had, somehow, managed to save him and found himself looking up, almost having to tip his head back to meet his eyes. "Jesus, you're tall..." he murmured before he cleared his throat. "Um... so... sounds like this was a big misunderstanding. But I've gotten enough trauma to last me a few years in therapy already, so I'm just gonna... go home. Okay?" He managed a shaky smile, though it was fragile. "Thanks for... not letting me burn to death, I guess?" And with that, he turned to go home. He was a little unsteady at first, but he was determined to put this Hellscape of a clearing and everything that had happened in it behind him.
     
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  10. Ile Coma

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    Silvanus watched the man's hurried retreat, and for a moment idly considered pursuing him, just to give him a good scare and make very certain there would be no further issue. He probably ought to send someone to check in on that wayward group at some point down the line, just to make sure they weren't getting up to more trouble (or, if they were, that they weren't making it his problem).

    In the end, he let it go without further incident, and his small spouse -- come to think of it, he should ask the young man's name -- did the same. He wanted to go home, which was understandable. Silvanus expected that he still didn't fully understand what he had been brought into, and that he really had no way of backing out of it. To break that kind of ancient pact had dire consequences. It would be best to give him time to recuperate and then ease him into the idea.

    "You're welcome," Silvanus said. Of course, this young man hadn't been meant to die tonight no matter what; had he not been called, Silvanus wouldn't have been here. The man's lifespan stretched fuzzily on into the future, the threads of fate already shifting to accommodate his new status.

    When all was said and done, Silvanus mostly felt a bit... disappointed, he supposed. With the immediate threat gone, his irritation had dissipated, and now he had to pick his way through this next bit delicately. The rite of marriage was rarely invoked in any god's name these days, least of all his own. It had been a very, very long time since he'd had a companion. It would be good for both of them to take a moment to recover and consider things.

    Of course, that didn't mean he was about to let his new spouse out of his sight, especially with a would-be cult running around. As the young man left the clearing, Silvanus stepped off of the pyre, retrieved his scythe, and followed.
     
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    Julian's walk home was less peaceful than he generally enjoyed. In fact, he wasn't sure of where he was, once he was able to find the main road. Fortunately, he found that he still had his phone in his back pocket, and not in his bag, which was now missing, and he was able to hail a ride. The only downside to that was that he was so far out that it was going to take a while for them to get to him. That had been his worst fear-- he didn't want time to think. Thinking about any of this was just going to cause him stress. But he had no other choice but to sit cross legged on a collection of rocks, gripping his phone between his hands as he waited for a car to drive past.

    This sucked.

    What was he going to tell his roommate? Was he even going to bother? He liked Tibs in most applications, but it seemed like they weren't going to be lifelong friends after college. He had met him through a roommate service, and he was very sure that he had heard him screaming the F-slur at his TV while playing video games on enough occasions to make their mornings awkward when they ran into each other in the kitchen. Most of his closer friends were back home in Oregon, but he had just had to come to California to pursue dance. He would have tried for New York, but he couldn't handle the cold. At a few inches less than five and half feet, and barely weighing in at 120 on a good day, Julian was small and anemic, according to his doctor. Healthy, but on iron supplements. He wouldn't have survived a winter.

    But being kidnapped in broad daylight and nearly dying in the middle of a forest, and possibly coming face to face with either some terror-induced hallucination or some mythological man, left him a little shaken. And sitting out in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a stranger to pick him up to take him home made him feel even more alone than usual. He felt his eyes watering, his face got hot, and he sniffled. At least no one was going to be around to see him cry about it.


    "Poor thing..." The voice drifted past Silvanus' ear, like the wind's whisper. The tree's shook with a light breeze that swept low to the ground, and in an instant, another god had appeared beside the Death God. Always one for duality, Ydis was dressed in a flowing robe and wore their hair braided long to the center of their back, all in stark black and white. Their nails were painted alternately, freshly done it seemed as they drummed them lightly against their own cheek. One silver eye and one gold, framed with dark lashed, crinkled in the corner as they thought. They were choosing to appear male today, but that could change easily as they breathed. The god of the sun and moon had worn many faces for the mortals, but now that there was no one to scrutinize, they took pleasure in doing whatever it was that they pleased.

    "I was wondering what that ritual was. I had almost thought it was for me..." A finely tailored brow raised and they glanced at Silvanus. "You aren't going to let your new spouse just sit there, are you? With as broad as that botched ceremony was, another god could come and sweep it away. And it looks so sad..." Ydis' lip pouted, just a little.
     
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    "Hm? Are human lovers in high demand these days?" Silvanus barely batted an eye when Ydis appeared by his side. Their company was welcome far more often than not. "If you want one, you can go prowl in the woods and I'm sure you'll find a few stragglers willing to offer somebody up."

    Ydis's appearance confirmed that the ritual had drawn more than one god's attention, at least. It had been a good idea for Silvanus to follow, though he'd kept his distance so as not to be too discomforting. He could certainly be disconcerting, but most of the time he didn't try to be. He'd had his fun with the grinning skull face and black cloak from time to time, but usually he preferred to appear a little less stereotypical. Standing side by side, an observer might have gotten Silvanus and Ydris' purposes backwards, Ydris looking flawlessly polished in black and Silvanus with his white robe and wild, plant-tangled locks of hair. Well-- the skull headdress and scythe were probably still a giveaway.

    Contrary to what people might think, Silvanus was no stranger to comforting mortals when he came to them. The first few steps of a journey were always the hardest, and no one made the journey to the afterlife lightly. It was one thing to usher a soul off as peacefully as possible and quite another to inform a distraught mortal that they were, in fact, very much married, though.

    "Should I change, do you think, or should I preserve the drama?" He asked Ydis, mainly to stall a couple moments more. He was partial to this look, and sometimes for fun he would even appear with a deer's skull for a head, but that was hardly a soothing image.
     
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    Ydis was clearly unamused by the way they pursed their dark painted lips at their companion. "I don't recall you having a sense of humor, Silvanus," they said, and that was the end of that. There was very little a mortal could do for them-- they were as predictable as the night would follow the day. Ydis was notorious for seeking spontaneity, as their calling was one of routine. They had even dared, just for a moment, to hope that the gods were entering a new age of worship. But alas, they were just as disappointed as Silvanus seemed to be.

    "But I like this look for you," Ydis continued, tipping their head as they began to circle Silvanus for a better inspection. "I wouldn't call it dramatic. Perhaps the scythe is a bit much?" They raised a slender finger to touch the tip of the blade. Silver blood beaded at the site of the pinprick and Ydis licked it away, looking thoughtful. "Much too dangerous for a wedding. Unless you planned to take the soul after all..." They clicked their tongue at him and sighed. "I'm sorry to say that you might have overdressed, just a little."

    They looked back across the way, where the blond mortal sat and wept quietly with shaking shoulders. Pity touched their expression and they leaned against a nearby tree, watching with a frown. "It's a shame what those fools did to that human; it completely ruined the ceremony. It is supposed to be a joyous occasion. They are so unkind to each other in this age... Though I suppose they always have been. Maybe you should let this one be." They offered Silvanus a smile. "If you are longing for company, I wouldn't mind spending time with you."
     
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    "I try to have a sense of humor sometimes. You know that I'm not very good at it." It didn't even merit saying, really. They had known each other, in more ways than one, since the world was newly formed. Under different circumstances, Silvanus almost certainly would have taken Ydis up on their offer, and he gave it momentary consideration even now. They also knew that he wasn't one to abandon his responsibilities, though; he'd probably get an earful if he tried.

    Still, the offer brought the first smile to Silvanus's face that night. "Another time. You know that you're always welcome wherever you find me." He released his grasp on the scythe and let it vanish. So much for spectacle. "They got just enough right for it to be an issue if I were to let him roam about without knowing the limitations. We'll need to get through that much, at least."

    He did look very distraught. Silvanus thought that approaching again was just as likely to cause more distress as to soothe, if not more so, but standing idly by didn't sit right. Even if it had, he had no chance of getting away with it with Ydis here. Humans might have forgotten the sun's wrath over the eons, but Silvanus certainly hadn't.

    "Wish me luck, I suppose." With that, he stepped away from the treeline and moved to crouch next to the pile of rocks the young man was seated on. He was tempted to pat the man's head or back, but doubted his touch would be welcomed, so he folded his arms across his knees and waited for his presence to be noticed.
     
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    Perhaps there was a time that Ydis would have openly shamed Silvanus for leaving his duties. But somehow, this felt different. Ydis had hoped with as often as they had seen each other, Silvanus would have realized that they were hoping to continue the trend. There were so many lives to watch over these days, and hardly any of them called upon any of the gods anymore except Death, which was inevitable.

    Maybe things were not so different after all, and Ydis was quiet as they watch Silvanus wander away. Unsure of why it hurt so much, they turned and ultimately left the area. The moon that was once brightly shining overhead was suddenly tucked behind a thick layer of clouds.


    Julian had manage to upset himself to the point of outright sobbing, but he was in the process of coaching himself to pull it together. If the driver arrived and saw him like this, he would likely ask questions and he didn't have the energy to begin to explain. He wiped his eyes and sniffled a few more times before trying to sit up straighter. He had to make at least some sort of game plan.

    It was nighttime. He had missed his final and was going to have to beg his instructor to let him make it up somehow. His grades were pretty good otherwise, but he couldn't take an F because he missed something worth half his grade-- especially because it wasn't his fault. Also, judging on what time it was, he would be able to avoid Tibs and pretend he had just been "out" if asked in the morning. As for getting any sleep tonight...

    He shuddered, as if a chill went up his spine and looked around. This place was so creepy and-- there was someone sitting next to him. He slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming and scooted away a few inches. At least he recognized him first. Then again, his face was hard to forget, with the deer skull and the white clothes. When he was able to speak, his voice was shaking.

    "Let me guess... I actually died in the fire and you're here to take my soul?" His tone, despite the unsteadiness of it, was dry. "Or, I'm really, really freaked out and I'm just going to see you everywhere for a while as a manifestation of stress. Which is it?"
     
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    Silvanus glanced up when the moon was suddenly obscured. Ydis had left as suddenly as they had arrived, and it was difficult to tell why. Their moods could be as mercurial as their appearance; Silvanus hoped that he hadn't upset them somehow. He was probably overdue to pay them a friendly visit once all of this was taken care of.

    But back to the matter at hand. "Well you're certainly not dead, and I'm not a hallucination, but you can expect to see me around." Best to put it all out there plainly, wasn't it? After a moment's thought, Silvanus added, "I'm sorry for frightening you. I wasn't exactly aware of the mistakes that had been made." He tugged absently at a lock of hair, came up with another leaf, and flicked it carelessly away. The nighttime quiet really was pressing now, seeming even more so with the moonlight dimmed. There woodland noises of animals and insects and the wind ruffling through the trees seemed muted and far away. It was little wonder that the group of occultists had decided this spot would be suitable for their ritual, with their misunderstanding of its purpose.

    Oh, but he almost forgot the most important question. "What's your name?"
     
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    This was insane. This man was real, and he was really focusing in on this "ritual," of which Julian was still not entirely sure of. Whatever it had been, it had to mean nothing. He couldn't deal with having to confront anything that happened tonight. But, if he was being honest, at least the conversation was keeping him out of his own head. Tomorrow, he decided with absolute certainty. Tomorrow, he would push these events as far from the forefront as possible and pretend everything was normal. For the rest of tonight, it was just going to have to play out.

    He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around them and looked out at the road. "No offense or anything, but I was kinda hoping the last time I saw you was the first time? You understand... negative association and all that," he murmured. The wind swept wisps of hair into his face and his brushed them behind his ear. "Where I come from, near death experiences doesn't make us automatically friends..."

    That sounded rude. He winced and sighed, closing his eyes. "Sorry. Ignore me. I sound really ungrateful, seeing as you did um... well, you know. This has been a really hard day. I promise I'm not usually this bad." He looked over at him. There was just something so eerie about him. Not to the point where Julian was terrified, but just looking at this man felt otherworldly. He shuddered again, but offered his hand. "My name's Julian. I don't have to call you 'my Lord,' do I?" This time he offered another little smile. It was the least he could do.
     
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    Silvanus stayed patiently quiet through Julian's stumbling words. He did understand, and he would understand if Julian grew even more perturbed as the situation sank in. Besides, Silvanus had been cursed at and worse by irate mortals who didn't want to be carried off, among other things. This was mild.

    He took Julian's hand when it was offered, and his own nearly completely covered it. Julian really was quite small for an adult man; standing, he was about half Silvanus's usual height. Had he been so inclined, Silvanus would have had little trouble tucking Julian under one arm and walking off with him. An amusing thought, but maybe a bit rude.

    "Hardly anyone calls me 'Lord' these days. There's no need for the formality, especially here and now. Call me Silvanus."
     
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    There was another chill that went through Julian's body, radiating from the touch of the stranger-- Silvanus' hand, all the way down his spine. He shivered and withdrew his hand quickly, though he regretted how rude it made him feel. He knew his manners were normally better than this, but he at least hoped that he would be forgiven in this sense.

    "I uh... okay." He wasn't sure what else to say, and fumbled for words for a moment before he turned his attention forward. "So, you said I'm going to be seeing you around. Did you uh... I dunno, move out here to the area? I'm not from around here, y'know... The car ride's gonna be at least 45 minutes back into the city where I live."

    Maybe this "god" was really just some forest weirdo that was drawn out by the stupidity of the occasional "alternative frat." Maybe he was just as crazy as the rest of them, and took people, like Death would, and stowed them away in his cabin. That sounded slightly more rational, at least, than an actual god sitting next to him and trying to hold polite conversation. It wasn't comforting in the slightest, but at least that made some semblance of rational sense.

    "What exactly is this whole... 'marriage' thing about? You sounded like you knew a thing or two about it..." he manged to ask, though he was sure he would not like the answer.
     
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    Silvanus inclined his head towards Julian, mulling his words over. He vaguely wished that Ydis had stuck around to provide advice or at least moral support. Julian's obvious discomfort at his presence and touch was starting to bother him more than he cared to admit. "The rite of marriage -- it has other, more elaborate names, but that's the simplest and most accurate -- is performed to promote a bond between a group or society and a god of their choosing. This is done by selecting one of their own to be wed to that god, which allows them passage between our domain and your own and a glimpse into the deeper workings of the universe over which that particular god presides."

    There, that was the simplest explanation of the mechanics. Presumably, it went without saying that the ideal was to forge a positive relationship, if not necessarily a romantic one, which allowed for communication and goodwill between the gods and the mortals they were supposed to look after.

    "In other words... you're going to be seeing me around because we're married now, and it would be unwise at best to leave you without an explanation or supervision." Silvanus decided that mentioning that Death had never actually been formally married to a mortal before would not inspire confidence, and chose to keep that bit of information to himself.
     

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