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Thanatos sighed heavily as he put down his pen, closed his book and leaned forward against his desk. His hands were tense and his heart grasped in a tight bundle of agitation beating poisoned strings of sadness through his blood.
He stood, slowly, and took a deep breath, hoping to exhale some of the weight in his chest as he did so. The boy, Darryn, would be here somewhere, waiting patiently for him, straining to keep himself away from the memory keeper as long as possible.
Thanatos had never been more grateful for that, and at the same time, more needy for Darryn to break and go to him.
So much death... It only took it's tole now his soul was whole again. There was a burden to bear that he had long since forgotten about, now fresh in his daily life once again.
He deserved to bear it and more, but that didn't make it any easier.
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