Sometimes I love my sibling. Other times, I want to shave all his precious hair off in his sleep.
Depends on the day, depends on how much he decides to make my job actual hell. I really wish he would stop giving mortals goddamned visions to help them avoid death. I am Death, and if one thing is ever true about me, I never stop. Death comes for everyone, even if you try to be stupid and petty and avoid it.
***
`Death?`
`What small one. What in the universal world do you need now?` I raised one brow at Winter, who was trying to pull her Im so innocent act on me. Again.
She pulled her sleeves over her small hands, and, rather abruptly, launched herself at me.
I fell to the ground, and gasped as all the air exited my lungs. `What the hell
`Do I need to wake her?` Conquest smirked and gave me one of her signature youre-such-a-fucking-dumbass looks.
`You know, sometimes I really fucking hate you.` I exited the bathroom, and walked down the small hallway to Winters door. The thin oak was covered in Do Not Enter tape, probably stolen from either a crime scene or bought off Ebay. Knowing Winter, the former was true. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, surprised it wasnt locked. I stepped over the plethora of books, magazines, and god knows what else littering the floor. For someone who was nearly as old as me, Winter was a slob.
Rather than turning on the light and risking another episode of frozen hair, heart, and soul, I braved the unknown dark… And promptly tripped over something, landing a not-so-fluffy pile of clothes. At least, I think it was clothes. I muttered a string of colorful curses and tried to get on my feet again. So far, any and all attempts at standing like a normal human being failed, miserably. Rather than having Conquest, or anyone else for that matter, looking in and seeing me walk like a drunkard, I crawled in what I hoped was the general direction of Winters
`She started the fucking Revolutionary War because she couldnt have a cup of tea,` I tell him. War was known to be bipolar.
`She also stated the Vietnam War because she was in a bad mood. And she couldnt find the migraine meds.` Winter stated, deadpan. I laugh. `Good one, Winter.`
She sighs, and knocks back the rest of her soda. `War is a brand of fear that comes in an adorable package.` I tell Life. He sighs before shaking his head.
`Whos hungry?` Nature brings in bowls of Mac and Cheese in front of us and we cheer. I begin eating and we chat amongst ourselves at dinner, all thoughts of Chaos fucked up love life forgotten.
`So Life,` Winter says, holding out her hand, `I won that bet we were speaking about earlier. Gimme your cookie.` She holds out her hand expectantly.
`Oh no, kid. Manners first.` Nature says, blocking the cookie exchange. I cocked a brow, looking at Nature. The cocky bastard knew what Winter would be like is he didnt get her cookie.
`I win. Can I have my cookie?” Winter asked, sickly sweet. Nature broke into a grin, removing his hand and letting a sullen Life complete the exchange.
The cookie was gone before we knew
