open | prompt five | ENDINGS

[wrens]

prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[susurrate]

[Death is no mystical veil to Murmur either, but he doesn't just look beyond it. He's got long arms, you could say, and a grip no deceased soul can escape. It's his speciality, really. That and keeping up the most inept front he can, machinations and manipulations completely hidden behind what most people would write off as an annoying idiot.]

Wow. That's a depressing way to look at it, isn't it? [Even more depressing because it's true, but then, it wasn't like it bothered Murmur. He wasn't mortal.] You ever tried -- what do they say -- oh, yeah: stopping and smelling the flowers?

[mortuaries]

I don't like flowers.

( deadpanned, entirely devoid of enthusiasm, because seriously. his dad used to run a funeral home. ezra's seen every single type of flower heaped uselessly upon grave after grave after grave. frankly, he can't see the point of them. )

And you might think it's depressing, but that doesn't make it any less true.

( stop and smell the formaldehyde, murmur. go on. )