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lastnightmare) wrote2012-07-16 06:44 pm
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[Log - Who's there?]
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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"I am sure they had other talents. One's more akin to your own."
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Evil shrugged, absently stroking his nails back and forth over his marked hand. His right hand still held most of the orange.
"Ecstasy was nothin' like me, lucky her. Kinda. I suppose."
Evil pulled himself up from where he crouched, grinning. "So I guess if ya not got much to say, I should let ya get back to work, right?"
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"Or we could just... Share a comfortable silence whilst picking fruit?"
As he suggested it, he realised that he would like that very much should Evil say yes.
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The silence from his Other Half disconcerted him as much as his incessant whispers did, and so Evil's comfort was gone.
"But ya know. Nice isn't what I'm used to. Best to go."
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