[Log] [Open to Pestilence and Angelo]

[pestilicious]

It had been some time since Pestilence had visited Memnosynis, except for the occasional visit to see his own Memory Keeper. Business as usual. The motions as usual. What counted for usual these days.

Something inside himself told him to visit the Nightmare Keeper though, and he went with that weak decision; stumbling his new-deer walk to where the sky was orange and the garden perfectly curated. He knew he would be allowed to pass in freely - Angelo claimed to hate visits and people, but Pesti was used to brusque attitudes like that. He knew where he was really welcome.

He breathed in the scent of florals and dirt before announcing himself to the air, knowing it'd reach the Memory Keeper easily. "Don't suppose you are free?"

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[pestilicious]

He'd recommend it.

Well of course. That made absolute sense. He should do that. It had been a long time since he had done anything close to that.

Taking a deep breath, Pesti smiled warmly and put his hand into the offered one.

"Thank you, and am sorry for you. Even if is a little different."

He wondered just how much less it might hurt if he had another love to dampen the pain. Or even if he could have Death too, only back the way he once was.

"Can only be ourselves at the end of each day. Me tripping and smiling, you distinguished and rude."

[lastnightmare]

Angelo clutched the offered hand for moment before releasing, hoping to convey that he truly did care somewhat, perhaps even quite a lot, with that small touch.

"You at least are much more than tripping and smiling," Angelo said, leaning back in his chair. "For my part, distinguished and rude are aspects I have worked hard to cultivate, so I shall take it as a compliment that you have summerised me so very well."

He smiled a little, thinking more on Pestilences own summation of himself. Tripping and smiling. Falling and getting back up again, all with grace and a positive nature that few could boast.

Perhaps tripping and smiling was a fitting description of who the force really was after all. He did not know many others who could stumble so and continue to smile none the less.

He felt perhaps he understood a little more why Death held him in such high esteem. It was, from his current point of view, a truly reasonable regard.

[pestilicious]

Pesti smiled, glad his assumption had worked. Few people wanted to be known as rude, but Angelo was certainly one of rudest and proudest of the fact.

"Hope that if I offended you with my questions, you can put that anger somewhere. Somewhere not at me.

"And do hope if am overwhelmed by these lost soulmate thoughts again can impose on you." There were probably no end of beings who he could talk to, but Angelo's opinions and ideas were unique. Pesti could never quite guess them like he could with Forces he had known eons.

[lastnightmare]

"Likewise, should I anger you, please be so kind as to spare the library. I haven't the motivation to repair it should an unfortunate incident occur."

He his eyes offered clear amusement behind his default frown.

"Of course, you can impose upon me whenever you wish. I can hardly say no to the most amiable Horseman when I've allowed the others admittance often enough."

[pestilicious]

"Have heard that War has an all day pass," Pestilence teased. "Perhaps one of those will secure your library's walls..."

He supposed it was true, that misery loved company. That ache that had overwhelmed earlier was receding as husband tears dried out. Back into that low ebb.

[lastnightmare]

"Where did you hear that?" Angelo smirked. "That's Charon Logic."