[Log - Who's there?]

[lastnightmare]

Angelo closed his eyes and concentrated as the magic bloomed and wove it's way from his concentration into reality. His bookshelves often became damaged by the heavy volumes containing memories of nightmares which had habit of sinking into the wood. Library maintenance was not his favourite thing, in fact it was exasperating and exhausting both but that was the last of it over with. He sighed as the cool breeze from the night outdoors blew in through the window and tussled his hair and blew out several of his candles. It felt like somebody was in the room along with that breeze but the Memory Keeper didn't look around. He was calmer these days about intruders, being that it was usually the Reaper. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

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[creeping_death]

"I am glad to hear that," Death's voice although almost emotionless was sincere enough.

He lowered his head and pressed two soft kisses to the corners of Angelo's lips, and then pressed a more reverent one deeper against the other man's mouth.

[lastnightmare]

It was nice and cold. Angelo let his eyes slip closed briefly, his fingers finding their way to Death's shoulders and holding himself steady by gripping them.

"Horrible man."

[creeping_death]

"I apologise; I did not realise that making love towards you would ruin the pleasant nature of this conversation." Death straightened his back just slightly, head and shoulders above Angelo but still inches from him.

[lastnightmare]

In turn Angelo attempted to make himself a little taller as well by stretching his legs and neck, but he gained no height whatsoever.

[creeping_death]

If Death noticed Angelo's attempts to grow, he did not mention them in any way. His fingers merely moved across Angelo's robes, fixing the garment better on the other man's body.

"I am distracting you from your work, as ever. It is fortunate you were on the ground today."

[lastnightmare]

Angelo's almost tranquil smile melted into a tight frown.

"Indeed." He uttered with a cross frown that drew his lips into the unfortunate curve of a triangle. "I will never forgive you for that. You cursed me."

[creeping_death]

Death's expression did not waver in the slightest - long set in stony features - although his eyes did hold the slightest touch of amusement. After all these eons, after all the growth Angelo had gone through, at the end of the day he was still just fluff and pout.

"I am sure whatever curse I enacted unwittingly upon you is over now."

[lastnightmare]

"Not so." Angelo protested. "It's just been overshadowed by the fact I'm now married to you."

[creeping_death]

Death made a brief sound between his closed lips, which might have been something like amusement.

"Indeed. Many would consider that your curse."

[lastnightmare]

Angelo was about to make further comment, but he felt the need to kiss the Reaper again. He did so, with some force actually, hooking his arms around the man's neck and not letting go.

[creeping_death]

Death allowed himself to bend with the force of Angelo's grip, bowing at the waist and placing one hand at the small of the Memory Keeper's back.

He let Angelo control the length of the kiss, but once it was over he did nothing to move back, his cold lips against the other man's.

"I see you are trying to make the best of the situation."

[lastnightmare]

Angelo smirked, his eyes slipping closed with contentment.

"We negative beings are quite good at that."

[creeping_death]

"It is extremely fortunate for me that you choose to spin it that way," Death commented. He kissed Angelo's lower lip, then his upper lip - cold and lingering, full of emotion that his tone lacked. "For it would do me grave injury to have my advances spurned."

[lastnightmare]

Angelo smiled against Death's lips. As much as he wanted to come back with a witty retort, the emotion behind the Force's kiss always left him speechless. His heartbeat fast and loud.

[creeping_death]

By contrast, Death remained cool and collected. It was almost impossible to gauge just how powerfully attractive he found Angelo at that moment - wordless, breathless and still powerful in a moment of loss of self.

Death's cold fingers traced over Angelo's jawline. "Perhaps you are done in this room, Memory Keeper?"

[lastnightmare]

"Perhaps I am..." Angelo near mumbled in reply. "Do you know where I'm going next?"

[creeping_death]

"Perhaps..." Death seemed to consider and then he and Angelo were no longer in the confines of the library. The breeze of a warm evening brushed through their hair, and a myriad of scents danced around them. "Here?"