Hey. Me again.
I can’t sleep.
How can I sleep? Death Itself has been standing by the window, staring outside, almost motionless for about three hours now. I know the Thantophor is in the other room and he’s not directly bothering me or anything but… it’s Death. Standing there.
I still can’t get over the fact that the Thantophor wants to live with me. I totally have the space to have other people live here. The apartment’s basically a budget penthouse, three bedrooms, one of which I converted into a basic office. The main bedroom has a bathroom attached, and there’s another, more main bathroom as well with a bath and a shower and all that. Everything else is basically all one room. Kitchen, dining area, living area.
Since I’m pretending to be a Rethavok, the guys who set this up for me put in a bunch of Rethan… I’d say décor but it’s not. The living area consists of what I can only assume are lumps of foam wrapped in fabric in front of a chunky screen; the dining area has stools rather than actual chairs and there’s a fire pit in the middle of the kitchen. Normally meant for the slow-cooked stuff they have. I had to get an extra fridge installed because the one that came with the apartment was tiny.
Rethavok don’t eat the same things us Kronospasts do. A diet of proteins and complex carbohydrates compared to one of pure sugar. I stocked up on honey and sweets last week, but that stuff only lasts so long, especially when I’m maintaining a bigger body.
I’m getting distracted.
Distraction is good though. Keeps me from thinking about the fact that DEATH ITSELF is in my living room, staring out the window. It’s creepy. Even if the Thantophor doesn’t even actually look that creepy.
I think the best way to describe what the Thantophor looks like is to compare it… him to a Skyavok, because that’s what he looks like. Two meters tall, a bit taller than a normal Skyavok. The dark, rubbery skin they have. The stupidly long tails. The plate of armour that runs up from their snout to the top of their head and beyond. The strange, armour they wear on their forearms, thighs, shins and around their groins and chests, that looks and feels like plastic but is somehow organic. He even has the little nodes on his back, where Skyavok create their weird energy wings to fly.
Really, the only things that make him stand out compared to a real Skyavok are his attire and his colouration. Because the God of Death has a thing for bright, almost golden yellow armour to go alongside his hideously dark grey skin. Yellow armour’s somewhat uncommon for them.
But the dark sashes and gloves and stuff he wears… that’s what does it. He’s always wearing a void black sash around his waist, glittering with stars. He wears gloves that work in the same way. It’s almost as if he’s wearing smoke. I’ve caught myself staring blankly at the smoky wisps that the Thantophor called clothing a few times. Almost like bait or something.
Still.
He’s just standing there. I went to bed early to not have to deal with it. Work out what he wants. Because he’s been silent so far. Even after the sandwich. He’s done various things, like wander around. Didn’t ask about sleep or beds or anything. His single suitcase is in the kitchen, basically untouched after he made me the sandwich.
I need to work out what’s going on. I’m going to have to deal with this Death God.
Sooner rather than later.
But for now I have to try and sleep. I’m a Kronospast, I need my sleep.