ludo
Ludo's mask always somehow managed to convey whatever expression it was feeling, and yet in this moment the deadpan porcelain explained it perfectly. Spooky and shit. If Adam wanted spooky, the god could comply quite happily. Not quite yet, though. A curl of fabric removed the cigarette from the mask, holding it out for Adam.
"Enjoy it. I prefer games and toys," it said simply - though his question had a giggle bubbling up from the pulsing mass of rags. Ludo's mask rotated fully around, the rest of it following lazily like a comet's tail.
"Dead? You are not dead, sweetling. The dead cannot pray at shrines."
"Enjoy it. I prefer games and toys," it said simply - though his question had a giggle bubbling up from the pulsing mass of rags. Ludo's mask rotated fully around, the rest of it following lazily like a comet's tail.
"Dead? You are not dead, sweetling. The dead cannot pray at shrines."
