THANATOS.

At the very first glance, he would not have depicted her
as the young && vibrant sister he once nursed amongst
their own; her aura had darkened && her visage turned
daunting. Despite the few seconds of daze, the deity got
up from his seat to welcome his dearest sibling; because
that was what she would ALWAYS be —— his own sister.

❝ I’m glad to see you’re well. Because you are..well, right? ❞

          Nimble fingers rested against her porcelain cheek, reassuring
          himself that it was her in the flesh. Whatever reason she had
          to return, Thanatos hoped it was on positive terms, for once.
          His family could clash every now and then —— was it never
          just out of LOVE? Or perhaps that was an understatement.

   That touch she pressed into but for a moment, long
   lashes fluttering against porcelain like the feathers
   of a lark. She was sickly and she was DEATH, starvation
   and DESPAIR, and yet she felt his touch and had yet to
   truly recoil. She felt no emotion, she felt no longing that
   she BEGGED for in the night. It was empty, it was pain. 

                               It was Eris. 

      ’  As well as I can be, I suppose. The years are
         kind to so many, yet it seems I am ever-spared
         their gift. – And you, my brother? Are you… well? ’

   She would not ask for their mother, nor would
   she bow her head in blatant CURIOSITY for her
   darling father, the darkness that had birthed them,
   the night that gave them life.