Mortem hums as he walks around the Hangout. Time and his sister were messing around with a garden idea, so he went to the only quiet place he knew. It wasn't finished yet, so no one wanted to be there. The building is a husk right now, but the boombox works, and he has nowhere better to be. He grabs the boom box off the floor and sets it on a wood counter. As the music fills the echoing halls, he takes a step back. The world around him lights up, and he moves to the beat. One step, then another, he begins swaying while picking up the building material. He begins cleaning the mess by hand, not bothering with magic. He finds it more fun when he takes his time.
Little to Mortem's knowledge, someone has stepped into the Hangout. The person watches him silently. Mortem is dancing at this point, poorly, but still dancing. The mess is beginning to clear, granting more space for Mortem's movements. The figure lets out a giggle, and Mortem halts immediately.
"Having fun?" The person asks, still giggling.
"I am! Did you and Time have fun?" Mortem responds and turns to the person. Life nods and begins to help him clean. He grabs her hand to spin her.
"Dance with me, sis!" Mortem chuckles, "It's getting harder for you to catch a break."
"I know Mortem, but the world awaits creation!" Life sighs, letting him spin her, "Besides, you have this place to care for."
"I'd rather go back to the shed," Mortem huffs, "The only good part is the music and the lack of the creepy guy!"
"Space isn't creepy, just weird," Life retorts with a smile, "But, if it'll make you happier, I'll stay for a bit."
She gets out of her brother's grip and turns up the music.
Mortem smiles and goes back to dancing, Life joining him, though much better on her feet.
Time and Space look at each other, then back down at the two.
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Short Stories
FantasyA bunch of short stories I'm writing for fun, some of these are not my characters, I will say which ones and who made them in the story.
