deathxjunhong:

Wait, who was this before him? Zelo could hardly believe it was his father - the same man who was responsible for his turning; sure, being a force had its perks but it came with a big sacrifice too, one which had Zelo constantly wondering if he had sinned at some point in his life. He meant no harm by mentioning Daehyun at this point, but he truly had done nothing wrong to deserve the title his “father” once held. Were they nothing but servants in the eye of the true Harbinger of Death?

Now, don’t get him wrong, Zelo did appreciate the tender moments the two shared during their moments of grief but the avatar who had left him alone when he needed someone to explain to him what his powers meant, that was the part he detested. Honestly, he didn’t know if he was happy to see his father again or driven insane with anger.

Zelo opted silence over words, knowing fully well the minute he opened his mouth would be his downfall.

Yes, as if he expected any less from the young one. This kind of behaviour wasn’t anything new, he’d been shunned before but somehow this was different from all the other days he felt blue. Perhaps it was Junhong that made the obvious difference. Either way, Ryoji was at a loss for words. The silence between the two harboured a form of affection that deemed itself almost as sinful as Daehyun in entirety. He did long to speak to the young one like they had maybe two years ago but that seemed impossible at the moment and perhaps even permanent.

Yet, he fell to temptation and opened his mouth and prayed that the voice of his words were neither too cruel or cold. “You’ve grown,” he said, awkwardly hesitating. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen your brother, have you?” Or his other part, but details, details. As far as he knew, Zelo and Death were of the same whole separated into halves.