"It is? A pity. I was rather enjoying myself." Morden looked over at his guide. "So, the Day of the Dead. An interesting tradition."
His companion, a young girl with white skin and tousled black hair, smiled a little. "I like it," she replied. "It's not often I get to bring someone back the other way, even for a little while."
"Of course." Morden smiled, a dead expression more like the baring of a shark's teeth. "So, tell me. What do you want?"
His reply is a peal of laughter and a fixed look from black eyes older than Time. "Nothing," says Death. "Eventually, I get everything."
There's a sound of wings beating as she takes his hand.
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Date: 2008-07-03 06:36 pm (UTC)"Time's up."
"It is? A pity. I was rather enjoying myself." Morden looked over at his guide. "So, the Day of the Dead. An interesting tradition."
His companion, a young girl with white skin and tousled black hair, smiled a little. "I like it," she replied. "It's not often I get to bring someone back the other way, even for a little while."
"Of course." Morden smiled, a dead expression more like the baring of a shark's teeth. "So, tell me. What do you want?"
His reply is a peal of laughter and a fixed look from black eyes older than Time. "Nothing," says Death. "Eventually, I get everything."
There's a sound of wings beating as she takes his hand.