Lorenzo Remei
A long time ago, or perhaps in a not so distant past, there was a cottage. In that cottage, two people lived, or rather, two corpses.
"_____, I can't see. It's cold..." An elderly voice pleaded, almost like her soul was freezing. Aside the two corpses, there was the silence of a once lively home, that and the crackling of flames.
"I know. Don't worry, rest. I'll go make some soup for you." A younger, hesitant voice answered. While it seemed more rigid and healthy than the woman's, far less frail in comparison, it was troubled. Just because one had danced with death once didn't make seeing someone being taken by it pleasant.
And yet, he couldn't weep.
A cold, dying hand clasped down on his skeletal one, and despite its frigidness, it still felt as warm as ever.
"______, please tell me... another story..." She asked softly, perhaps even beautifully. Yes, even an old dying hag like her must've been a beautiful woman once. In that case, how could he refuse?
He'd live, no matter what. If not for himself, if not for them, at least for her. Lorenzo smiled.
"Did I tell you about the time I met my best friend?"
Huh!? A barbecue?!! Where!?
Lorenzo blinked at the sudden interruption, or would’ve if he had any eyes or eyebrows to do so. She was cute, and seemed helpful enough! She was soaring with wings like an angel. Odd.
Well, she could be his devil! Bwahahahah!
She had brought him a strange bottle containing some sort of sauce as tribute, possibly mixed with valuable spices! Aaah, he sure loved a lass who knew how to treat a man right. Grinning, he slooowly held his arm out to her head, almost like he wanted to pat it. Yes, sloowly, and suddenly-
-snap-
Indeed, he would have loved to, but there was no joy in rushing things. Instead, his hand stopped just in front of her forehead and he snapped his fingers cooly before snatching the bottle away. This wasn’t just some senseless gesture, but an expert movement performed by what could only be called a magician!
“Heheh, sure!” He grinned from ear to ear, which was easy considering he had no mouth in the first place. “Aye, that will be a fine addition to my treasure. Than-“
Suddenly, a voice stopped him short. He stopped, and there was a sort of unnatural pause to him. Even the fire of his ship and around him seemed to have frozen for a second, and yet the only expression the skeleton could bare was a blank smile. Perhaps it was better that way. But that voice, he wouldn't mistake it even in a thousand years.
“Medaka…?”