‘ i suppose not, as cold and distant as you are. ‘ the ghost of a woman turned away, so as not to have to look at a face that regarded her with such detachment and disdain. she wondered, quietly and never aloud, why he came here — he bore no familial attachment to her, and certainly didn’t call her ancestral home his; nor did he ever need or seek her advice. it was a mystery, to even the ghosts that haunted the halls here. 

she hadn’t seen blackheart in years. decades.

‘ ah, well. i have no explanation for it. ‘

_{distance was the only thing he could do these days. if he kept himself away from everyone… it protected them. not to mention himself. there were too many what if’s’ that went through his head on a daily basis and getting dragged back to hell was always on his mind. he’d been there several times; several times willingly, but he didn’t like it when he wasn’t the one in control down there.} 

_{still, he didn’t think being cold, and distant was a bad thing. no, he enjoyed it when everyone stayed away, and he could actually breathe. he only came here due to the fact it was the last place anyone would expect him to really be.}

_{‘you wish,’ he said, staring into a dark corner of the house. ‘i’d be better.’ sometimes even he wished it as well, but that wasn’t in the cards for him. not now – not anytime soon. ‘sadly enough… i don’t think that will happen.’}