Title: 800
Theme: Small
Pairing: SkulkerxEmber
Rating: M
91. Small
"Did you know Youngblod's 800?" Ember asked, hands running up and down the neck of her guitar. "That little twerp died back in twelve oh six. He's over eight hundred years dead. He was here before the ghost king was. He's old as fuck."
"How long ago for you?" Skulker asked, shining his own weapons of choice.
"Died in '88."
"Seventeen thirty two, myself," he said casually. "I hunted in Africa. Big, European big shot."
"Where from?"
"That's gone."
"Oh." She looked down for a moment, knowing he had not meant that the country was gone, but that the memory was. Then she asked, "So…what happens if you don't fade?"
"You know what fading is?"
"I've been here for thirty years. I know what-"
He cut her off. "Think it's crossing over?"
"Hope not." She smirked a bit bitterly. "I've been a bad girl."
"So you don't want to fade?"
"I don't know. I don't want to be here too long." She blinked, mind flashing back to Youngblood and her hands still on the guitar. "All those years, imagine."
"All that space, all those lives," Skulker agreed. "He must feel so small."