[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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[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?"