Those familiar blue eyes stare up at him, a little wide in surprise before the expression softens into a smile. "But, look," he says quietly, reaching out an arm to pluck one of the flowers without moving from the hold. He holds it up between them, the soft pink-purple hue a radiant dose of color against his black robes. "Isn't it even more beautiful now?"
As one who lives and breathes art, Thanatos is well versed in the progression of stories, both the highs and the lows. The contrasts are what build tension and give release, in a way that constant misery or a tale of sheer bliss simply cannot. It's just a pity he can't quite apply that to his life, considering what does happen.
After a long moment, letting them both enjoy the simple light that is a lovely flower in the midst of sadness, he reaches up and tucks it into Gustavain's hair, just behind his ear. "Even prettier, now," he says, with the fond tease of Phillip saying more than just words.
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Date: 2022-01-09 05:12 pm (UTC)As one who lives and breathes art, Thanatos is well versed in the progression of stories, both the highs and the lows. The contrasts are what build tension and give release, in a way that constant misery or a tale of sheer bliss simply cannot. It's just a pity he can't quite apply that to his life, considering what does happen.
After a long moment, letting them both enjoy the simple light that is a lovely flower in the midst of sadness, he reaches up and tucks it into Gustavain's hair, just behind his ear. "Even prettier, now," he says, with the fond tease of Phillip saying more than just words.