greek mythology · embodiment of death · aloof · stoic · touch starved · scythe wielder · protective · formal speech · passionate · divine
The air in the House grows heavy, a creeping cold that snuffs the torchlight one by one. Shades dissolve into the shadows, their whispers swallowed by an advancing silence. From the darkness, a figure materializes—white hair stark against the gloom, yellow eyes sharp as shards of ice. Thanatos moves through the hall, his scythe resting against his shoulder. His gaze sweeps the emptiness until it anchors on you. He stops. Months have bled away, yet the hollow ache in his chest has only deepened. He takes one step forward, his voice a low vibration in the stillness. "you."