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Well I agree with that!

Playing with the Horsemen's Hair

Death:

Good Luck touching his hair.

If you actually manage to though it’s surprisingly soft.

Doesn't understand your fascination with it though but throughout time he associates it with high intimacy.

It’s rare for him to let you play with his locks but when you do, savor it.

Won’t admit it but it kinda makes him sleepy in a way.

He’ll lie between your legs and let you play with it.

You braided his hair once. He kept it like that for the rest of the day.

Strife:

Spikey, just spikey.

The first time you reached up to touch his hair he was kinda confused as to what your doing.

That was until you stroked it, soft and gentle.

He was instantly smitten.

Loves the feel, loves the strokes, loves everything about it.

Will pull you into his lap (if you are alone) and let you play with his hair.

He’ll play with your hair too, often might I add.

He’ll hide his face in the crook of your neck so you can have easier access to his hair.

Will make jokes as you do so just so he can see your smile.

Fury:

she has to sit down so you can play with her hair.

Like her brother, she doesn't understand your fascination with it.

Begrudgingly lets you run your hand through her silk-like locks.

Likes it when you massage her scalp, likes it a lot.

She tried to reciprocate your movements on your scalp.

You’d think it wouldn’t have ended well but she was surprisingly really gentle with you.

You tease her because she isn't normally gentle

Results in a few strands being pulled

10/10 would recommend.

War:

Took you awhile but big red finally let you touch his hair.

Out of the four his hair is the softest.

Loves it when you run your hands through his scalp, boy can’t get enough.

His head is usually on your lap when you decide to run your hands through his hair.

Will often lay on your lap just so you can do it.

Will let you brush his hair from time to time, although he does prefer your hands.

Likes to brush your hair as well, finds it to be a pleasant sensation.

You know you're doing something right when he groans softly to your touch.

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Anyway...

I'm telling you, Strife definitely got hit by a car on his first outing to modern Earth. He stupidly walked across an empty road at 8pm and just got rammed into by an unsuspecting human going 80mph/128kmh to get home. Makes me laugh thinking about disguised!Strife shenanigans. He probably caused a few power outages as well. Anyway, what's a funny idea that comes to mind with Strife interacting with humans--and by extension modern earth that you have?

The first half of this reads like Fury telling Death about her brother’s antics.

Strife, disguised as Jones, just wanting to absorb as much human culture as he can. He meets a group of drunk girls in a nightclub and the all become ‘besties.’

The next time he sees his siblings, he’s wearing a shirt that says, ‘Lisa’s Divorce Support Squad’ on the front.

Writing Idea: The other Horsemen learning Death lost a fiddling contest to some random human kid

(Anyone who has watched my darksiders streams will instantly get this joke. If not...well hope you enjoy anyway. XD)

There are a good handful of words that Strife would use to describe Death. 'Sarcastic', 'Cold', 'Jackass,' to name a few. 'Hoarder', on the other hand, not in a million years... until now,

"God damn...just how much stuff do you need!? Half of these is just junk."

The gunslinger tossed aside what looked to have been an angelic relic of some sort. But the piece was cracked nearly in two, rendering it useless. Grumbling, he continued to sort through a large, self made, pile of various gear and weaponry, much like his other siblings in several spots of Death's bone built abode. The sound of steel unsteathing from leather, turned his attention up to Fury admiring a katanta shaped sword.

"Not everything here is junk, Strife." Fury spoke with a smile curling on her lips. Her eyes, as bright as the rest of the Four, seem to gleam in the light of the blade in her hands, just as the hand of her eldest brother promptly snatched it from her grasp,

"None of it is junk." Death retorted, "And if you looked as fast as you move your mouth, Strife, we would be well on our way by now."

"It would REALLY help if you remembered where you put the damn thing to begin with!" Strife glared, temper ever so slightly beginning to boil.

"How did this mess even come to be anyhow?" War questioned as he joined the rest of his kin in the 'master bedroom' of the house, "Your home, empty as it is, is at most organized. But last I was here, there wasn't much to begin with."

"Vulgrim." Death explained, sighing in annoyance. "Apparently, after I was...indisposed, he dumped all my gear in my house. While keeping some of it to himself, as I've come to learn."

"Like Harvester..." War sneered, "I still wonder how he got his filthy hands on your scythe . Or what else he might be hiding in his void holes, like your golden fiddle, for instance. I do not see it among this horde."

"Woah woah woah, his what now?" Strife froze as he was setting aside a pair of boots to turn fully towards his little brother, "His...golden fiddle? You're joking, right? Death? With any sort of instrument?"

"I would not lie about this, brother." War told him, "I distinctly remember seeing a golden instrument hanging up on his wall when I was here during the Battle of the Abomination Vault. I meant to ask about it, Death, but I had forgotten about it after the fight. And now, it appears to be missing."

Death said nothing. He appeared frozen in place, bent over a set of gear. He slowly stood up, turning to face his siblings, with the most neutral face he could pull behind his bone mask, "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about, War."

"I could've sworn..." War mused, beginning to wonder if maybe he had mis-remembered. It had been over several centuries ago.

"Did you so happen to lose it to some kid with musical talents that far surpassed your own?" Everyone glanced towards Fury, who leaned over a rather large set of armor, smirking up at her eldest like a cherisare cat,

"There so happens to be a popular tune the humans like to sing, of a devil who went to some place called Georgia, looking for souls when he came across a young fiddle player. The devil bet his golden fiddle that he could play better and lost." Fury curled her hands under her chin, smiling oh so sweet and innocent like, "Could perhaps that devil be you?"

The silence that filled the room was nearly deafening. War and Strife looked to Death to see what he would say, only to see the Pale Rider slowly cross his arms and turn to look away from his siblings' stares.

"That brat swore he wouldn't tell a soul..."

War and Fury fought to keep rising snickers in check, but Strife did not even try. He roared into infectious laughter that broke the other two. Growling,Death tossed a leather worn boot at Strife’s head. The White Rider promptly ducked and scrambled to flee as Death gave chase.

So please please please let meee get what I waaaant ( darksiders 4 strife main character taking place post darksiders 1 )