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[Modicum Mortem]

There is no true satisfaction in having an “easy” life, and Mortem’s life had been far from easy. Snickers and sneers have been heard so much in his life, he is immune to it.

The laughter of the trickster does not phase him (god, shit like that never has). So he sits there, face blank and unwavering, waiting for the stallion to finish. “They are as loyal to me as I am to them,” He tells the bruised-eyed stranger. At his comment about the clown’s mother, he laughs. “She was a cruel fucking bitch. The hatred was mutual.”A roll of his cerulean eyes.

The sand storms vanish, and two lifeless hearts sit before him. He glances between the two - one is bigger than the other, a child’s - and then back to the lover of chaos with a smile. “The daughters of Brennen…” He mutters, before letting out a howling laugh. “The fucker won’t know what to do with himself!” Three hard slaps to the ground as he continues his chortle.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Lokii,” He finally says after catching his breath. “What might I attribute this gift to?” He is sure Lokii knows that after this stunt, he could have whatever he wants.

Let the chaos begin.

Modicum Mortem

@[Lokii]