everyone around you died.

nat knew that. you knew that, ever since you were birthed as the one and only offspring of thanatos.

everyone around you would be doomed to die at the world’s hands—

even you, yourself, struggled with the existence of living.

nat knew that too. in fact, she knew all of this. since young, she’d watched all the other kids ignore you and avoid you— and she’d heard your gut-wrenching sobs and your black angel-like wings crumple against your back in hurt, as a result of that. nat had watched you from afar— just a daughter of a doomed greek god that never got the attention she needed.

throughout the years, she noticed you became less dependent on people; as growing children would do. but, it had always been different for you. you had never been emotionally close with anyone before, nat knew, and it made your story all the more painful.

she approached you, and despite your warnings and your silent tears running down your soft cheeks—

nat stayed. she wasn’t immune to your curse, not entirely, but her care for you was stronger than the will of death from the reaper. although, you never really got over your issue with being touched— or being physically close to anyone at all, actually.

now, she sits next to you on your single (only ever meant for you) bed, one hand in your hair and the other scrawling some notes into her workbook on the bedside table.

“what’s wrong?” nat asks you when she sees your all-too-familiar sullen expression. she already knows, so why did she ask?

because she cares, and she knows it.

“i dont want to lose you,” you reply, and nat starts stroking your hair properly now.

“you won’t. your dumb curse thing doesn’t work on me,” nat replies calmly.