Maybe I made a Barry the Chopper RP blog idk maybe that’s a thing that I did and maybe promoing me is a thing Ashlee should do
“Oh great, you’re showin’ your face around here again. Just what I needed.”
“What the hell’re you goin’ on about, anyway?” Matters of the flesh… why did this bastard always have to talk as if he were better than everyone? She got that he was Pride and all, but it just made him more of a little prick.
"Impudence undiminished, I see."
"No matter. Tell me me about my brother. Has he been well?", Pride surely hoped not. "Where is he?"
"Are you really still alive? Usually the mortals my brother fraternizes with last a few weeks to month, if they’re lucky. You must be especially… skilled.. in matters of the flesh for him to keep you around for this long.”
There was nothing there in particular. It was just a place. There may very well have been things there, but they were invisible.
They were made invisible by an absolute absence of light.
However, Pride did not need light to see. The bones were not invisible to him. Old bones without any flesh.
Pride had been sitting with this bones since they were joined by sinews and spewed detritus from their bowels.
Pride had been sleeping. Dreaming about being awake again.
“Good.. g-good morning.”
The blackness became illuminated dimly in red, and rats stirred at the sound of a child’s voice. It took moments for the child’s voice to reach the surface, where the light of the sun shone, and from the roof of his bedroom he looked over a city newly cleansed of Pride.