Crimson light of the sunset glazed the ripe fruit with its shine. The dark shadows hardly moved at all, except for rustling leaves and branches, gently bending under the weight of the apples. Only a couple of tall, dark figures shifted through the orchard.
"Definitely not!" Athran laughed, throwing his arms into the air. The long sleeves of his black robe trembled in the wind and silver rings, visible from beneath the gauntlets, glinted in the sunlight. "I still have some wine with me... Why'd I spend my precious time with those rotten rats?" He shook his head. The clinking of chains on his beautifully crafted circlet, adorned with rubies and a pair of dark wings, filled the air. Ryuch cackled. It wasn't a disappointment at all to find this strange knight... And so many apples.
His long hand reached out to the branches and pulled out a beautiful, ripe fruit. He listened to Athran's laughter while his sharp teeth skewed into the apple and bit a large piece of it off with loud crunching. If his companion only wasn't so drunk... He could feel the smell of wine even from the exquisite jewelry he wore - as if the rubies and silver itself were soaked with the scent. However, Athran was fortunately too drunk to care about being pulled out of a celebration.
The death god grinned at the sight of the elf, and grabbed another apple. They were so juicy... Delicious... Full of life... Their sweet taste was almost hypnotizing. His black eyes stared at the juice, streaming from the fruit in his long fingers, utterly obsessed with it.
"You really love... Those apples, don't you, Ryuchie?" Athran asked, showing him a wide grin. The death god raised a brow in confusion. "What? Oh... The apples... They are... Simply delicious. The ones in the realm of the death gods are withered, and dry like sand. These are as sweet and juicy as this world of yours." he explained him. Athran nodded. "The wine's better, though." His lips, crimson with the red wine, twisted into a smirk. He turned around the trees, dragging the long robe behind himself, and sang one of the quick, lively songs of which he knew a nice few, but only ever got to show his skills off after drinking at least half a bottle. Ryuch watched as he climbed one of the trees and hung himself from its tall branches. The robe was long under his feet, and he was laughing at the sky.
Another apple fell down to Ryuch's feet. "Feast till they're ripe!" the elf laughed, and threw his companion more. Ryuch was starting to really enjoy this... So many apples! Mortals are interesting...
"It's fun for you to give if it's not yours to take, heh heh!" he laughed, and grabbed the apples, chomping once one, then another.