The man had a face like an open book, and a guileless demeanor that was throughly disarming.
But despite his dark eye circles and unkempt beard, he maintained a calm smile. Guilt and exhaustion was plain on the king’s face - he probably haven’t slept much better in the last few days. “I’d ask if this is how you treat all your guests, but I already know I’m receiving better treatment than most.” Thanatos scoffed, slinking back to the wall where he’d been chained. “But in the meantime, I can at least make you comfortable under my roof.” “In due time, all in due time, I’m sure,” Sisyphus laughed nervously. “I don’t care for your offerings, mortal.” Thanatos growled. A few drops of wine spilled onto the floor. he knew he couldn’t actually reach the king, his chains snapped taut well short of the distance between them, but it gave him a bit of satisfaction to watch Sisyphus startle. “I’ll just leave this here for you then, if you feel like- gah!“ Sisyphus withered a little, then slowly lowered himself to set the plate on the floor. With his sharp, inhumanly golden eyes and inky black robes, He resembled nothing so much as an enormous wounded bird crumpled in the corner of the room. Thanatos only fixed his most venomous glare on him. “Lord Thanatos, would you… care for some food and drink?” Sisyphus peered through the entrance, holding a platter with bread and a pitcher of wine. He had barely stirred for days, lying so still he seemed to be asleep, but he had been awake every moment, ever-vigilant of his surroundings. Thanatos opened his eyes as door of the throne room creaked open.
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