Originally Posted by Dear Kayle
((Nasusss, the Eve bit is separate. :P))
Kayle walks back into a hallway, expecting Nasus to follow, and opened a closet that contained a large trunk inside. She kneels, opening the trunk, and pulls from it's cluttered contents a ragged hand sewn doll. It had black hair, a red dress, and light magenta wings and skin. She stays there, looking at the doll. "This... was my sister's doll, when she was very young." She says, her voice filled now with longing.
He followed the Judicator, not even knowing what to expect. But then, he saw her take a very precious object from the trunk of the closet: A doll, but not of any kind. It was Morgana's doll back when the sisters were mere children, not dragged into causes. He nodded, acknowledging the feelings she had. Just like himself, she longed for those times to come back.
"There is not a day... when I do not think of my brother and of the precious memories I hold of him."
Nasus said with heartfelt sadness. "Then again, it is weird that he still... references my old weight. He hasn't forgotten that I crave for sweets. Speaking of which, I do have some marshmallows at my reach, if you want any."
He tried to shift the conversation or at least give her and himself a break. Life was as harsh of a mistress as Death for them; they can't be blamed for looking for respite.