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FUN FACTS  :
             ⠀⠀⠀ (1)  cassi’s pronouns are.. whatever the fuck you wanna refer to him as! he does have a tendency to prefer he/it, but he will ultimately respond to whatever.. unless he’s around his 287383 sisters, then you’re gonna have to use he/him/his or he is not gonna know for sure.
             ⠀⠀⠀ (2)  despite being the god of death, he is not dead himself. his heart beats exactly once per minute, as if fighting to stay alive. in all reality, this could be symbolism. he may be death itself, but until every other being in the universe is dead, he will breathe. this is the way that he likes to look at it, anyway.
             ⠀⠀⠀ (3)  his favorite sister is darya, with whom he spends most of his free time with. his least favorite sister, who he still very much so loves, is myla (the goddess of harvest). she has an awful tendency to interrupt his duties, and while he will never harm her, he thinks often about shoving her in a pocket dimension for a while.
             ⠀⠀⠀ (4)  HE IS SCARED OF TOUCHING PEOPLE. because of his domain, he believes that his touch is lethal to those still living. he is careful to keep his distance, or if that is not possible, at least make sure that his skin never comes into contact with those that still have a heartbeat. (he does not have the ability to kill with his touch alone, but that doesn’t get found out until later!)

ORIGINAL CONCEPT  &&  OVERVIEW  :
             ⠀⠀⠀ first, there was life. it was beautiful and full of color, of laughter, of song and dance. in these moments, nothing could ever go wrong. contagious laughter filled the air, love filled their bones and made them warm. it was a truly beautiful thing.
             ⠀⠀⠀ then, there was death. the colorful flowers grew dark and fragile, turning to dust if it were touched just a little too hard. animals were slaughtered for food, and then so were people. humanity likes to blame death, to hate its existence. yet, it has never once hated them in return.
             ⠀⠀⠀ cassius welcomes the deceased with open arms and comforting words. death is not cruel, it is kind—- it is a long awaited embrace, a soft string of comforting words, and a short walk to wherever you are destined to go. it is a friend who is just so happy to see you after waiting for so long, that is all.

@baredeaths 
             ⠀⠀⠀ aylin is very persuasive, perhaps a bit more so than her predecessor. maybe it is my soft spot for my family, maybe it was your story. i do not remember the details of the deal now, but i know that you are where you belong. there is no pit in my stomach telling me that you are supposed to be here, which is a great comfort to both me and my niece.

⠀ ⠀ yes,  i  am  beyond  grateful  for  that.  serving  my  goddess  is  the  greatest  honor  i  could  have.  [  he bowed his head to the god before pursing his lips.  ]  why  did  you  grant  the  favor.  if  you  don’t  mind  me  asking.

@baredeaths 
             ⠀⠀⠀ yes, aylin.. she pleaded for you to remain with her instead of moving staying in my realm, and i granted her that favor.

/        @ofsleep    AHHHH! thank YOU for appreciating my accounts, even if you’re appreciating them from afar. we haven’t interacted before, but i can say for certain that i love your energy always!! it’s so refreshing to see the nice messages you put on other accounts, and i like to imagine they make the person’s day just a little better like you’ve just made mine. <33

@eadimidium 
             ⠀⠀⠀ [ his eyebrows raise just slightly as she grows more confident with her blade against his skin, and it is glorious. despite being on the brink of death for eternity, cassius always seems to be overheating, so this cool metal trailing down his throat is like a blessing. it lingers in his chest, before it completely wraps him. he lets out a hum the moment the dagger finally rests, as if pleased with the placement. ]    you have become an annoyance to me, really, so i figured that it was time to become a nuisance to you. it clearly worked, given that you just ruined one of my favorite suits. it will take ages to fix it.    [ such a small tear shouldn’t take anyone ages, but his schedule hadn’t really allowed for much downtime. ]    i suppose you don’t even know who i am, do you? ah, of course not. if you had, you wouldn’t be holding a dagger to my skin right now.    [ he offers a wolfish grin as his head tilts a bit more, clearly contemplating something. ]    do you want to know, or would you like to let this glorious thing we have going on continue? 

[ julia doesn’t pull the blade away when he leans into it.  the movement only presses the dagger more firmly beneath his jaw.  any further and it would break skin,  but he already knows that.  in fact,  he seems to enjoy the sensation.  she studies his face carefully,  searching for the smallest crack in the confidence he wears so easily.  but the longer she looks,  the clearer it becomes.  slowly,  the dagger slides from his chin,  drifting downward in a slow line across the front of his throat before settling against the hollow above his collarbone.  testing.  her eyes never leave his.  his words sit within her,  causing too many questions to swarm her mind.  she doesn’t let it show in her expression. ]    you cleared your schedule for me?  how flattering.    [ a beat passes.  a ghost of a smirk forms. ]     you’ve been planning this interaction.  why?  

@eadimidium 
             ⠀⠀⠀ [ cassius has to inhale, even though his body doesn’t even need it, to keep himself from laughing in the face of this woman. her attempt had failed quite miserably, and instead of losing her cool, she’s trying to go for more? as the tip of her un-bloodied and still rather shiny dagger brushes against his chin, cassius’ composure is cracking at the seams, but not in the way anyone else’s might have. he finds the cool metal against his skin refreshing, like a long lost love that he wants to envelop. he leans toward, his hands still glued to the insides of his pockets, as his gaze flickers over her face. they’re practically inhaling each other’s breath, and this is as close as any living soul besides his own sister’s have ever dared to get. he’s not amused any longer. no, this is something even more dangerous—- fascination. ]    you cannot kill me, love, but you are more than welcome to keep trying. i cleared my schedule for you, i figured the first time we properly met would be more than just a few minutes.