Snippet #2520390

Amelia always wondered why it seemed to be difficult for Austin to look her in the eyes. Each time their gaze would meet, he either turned away or avoided it by talking to Petra. She has had her ideas about this subject for a short time now, yet most of them were absolutely impossible. Some myths claim that looking in the eyes of a Death God will show you your own death. Rubbish, of course, because most people didn't seem to have a problem with it. Another tale that had reached her ears was even more ridiculous. It said that there was a risk of a Shinigami becoming attached to your soul, which would motivate them to reap it as soon as possible. It is true that the eyes are the windows to the soul for her, but she never felt something like becoming attached to one. Also, there was one more thing that abosolutely ruled out these two possibilities: Austin definitely wasn't a person to back away from things that seemed difficult or dangerous. At least, that was Amelia's thought about him. To her, he seemed like a very brave person.
That left her with two more possibilities: either he totally disliked her or he actually liked her. Amelia had ruled out both as soon as she thought about them. She had picked up some signals that would favor the latter, yet chose to ignore them. She had become closer to both Austin as Petra than she had planned. However, even she couldn't always keep that distance and caught herself looking at Austin. Amelia kept telling herself the reason was her brother and the warm friendschip she somehow received from them both. Yet she wasn't ignorant either and saw the signs within herself. She would have to maintain this distance, before it went totally wrong.
Amelia had often run this thought in her head. Even now, as he sat in front of her, she reminded herself of her task in this world. One day, he would die. And she would live on.
"Yep! My brother is a very amazing boy!"
The Death God smirked, which made her eyes twinkle with joy. "Petra, maybe it is time to call him a man now." she advised the girl. In every way, he was mature and even his body seemed to emulate that picture she had of him. Altough he was younger than her. Kind of.
"Austin, do I see you at the club this afternoon? I would like your help with something."