shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

“That cannae be right.” Eric gave his lover a stern look, a finger hooking beneath his chin. “Why dinnae ye try tellin’ me the truth, Alan?” 

The young reaper’s lip quivered under Eric’s stern gaze, and he turned his gaze away. “I… I just got… very sad.” He admitted softly.

Sad? Eric studied him thoughtfully. He was frail as always; yet Eric had to believe there was something more to this. it wasn’t like Alan to ditch work for any cause, let alone because he wasn’t feeling up to it. He pulled his hand back. "Ye left ‘cause yer sad?” He’d ask why if he didn’t already know the answer.

© OCTOMOOSEY