#horsemen as boyfriends

Strife: Being loved for who you are feels just so weird. Like…unearned. I’m not used to that.

*smokes wistfully, looks away from the camera*

Strife: I mean, she doesn’t know all of me. She wasn’t there when I was at my ugliest. If she saw what I am - what I REALLY am -

Fury: *barges into the room* Are you doing this confession booth nonsense again? Move your bottom, lazy bones, the human said she needs our help with baking.

Strife: *stands up, flicks the smoke away, leaves the frame with a fleeting smile* So…yeah. Yeah.

Death: *enters room* I have lived a thousand lifetimes. I know the world’s greatest joys and greatest sorrows…

You: *look away from your laptop*

Death:…yet to me both are long lost. I am but a cold hearth, each spark turned into ash inside of me.

You: Awh. Tough day at work, I reckon? Do you wanna fuck?

Death: I’d like to, yes.