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Characters: Melinoe, Phonos [COMPLETED.]
Date/Time: Late night of the 15th, during work.
Location: Their work (the morgue at the state hospital).
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None?
Summary: Melinoe is curious about kissing, Phonos is awkward.
Quiet. More than anything else in this life, Phonos had come to find a deeply embedded appreciation for silence. New York City was a loud place by its nature and the hospital was often worse, bustling with activity and constantly setting out pages over the intercoms. Though the morgue was contained in a "separate building" (he wasn't certain why they called it that when the buildings were all connected), it was still subjected to many of the same demands for attention. It was only when everyone else had gone except for Phonos, his superior, and the secretary that his boss had given him permission to turn off the speaker and to perform his work in peace.
Tonight was a night where "Benjamin Roth" was resuming his work on a suspected murder victim, where his superior was hidden away in an office somewhere, and where Melinoe was out at the desk in the other room. These kinds of night shifts were the most enjoyable, for they offered few interruptions and distractions. The fluorescent lights created the dismal kind of atmosphere that Murder loved, though the body itself was laid out beneath a much brighter, white light.
Phonos began retrieving the last bullet from the entrance wound he had finished documenting moments before. He could not help but wonder if Melinoe would come speak to him again tonight. It was a casual ritual he found himself enjoying and their boss didn't mind so long as she prevented any unauthorized visitors, so there was no reason for them not to speak.
Date/Time: Late night of the 15th, during work.
Location: Their work (the morgue at the state hospital).
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None?
Summary: Melinoe is curious about kissing, Phonos is awkward.
Quiet. More than anything else in this life, Phonos had come to find a deeply embedded appreciation for silence. New York City was a loud place by its nature and the hospital was often worse, bustling with activity and constantly setting out pages over the intercoms. Though the morgue was contained in a "separate building" (he wasn't certain why they called it that when the buildings were all connected), it was still subjected to many of the same demands for attention. It was only when everyone else had gone except for Phonos, his superior, and the secretary that his boss had given him permission to turn off the speaker and to perform his work in peace.
Tonight was a night where "Benjamin Roth" was resuming his work on a suspected murder victim, where his superior was hidden away in an office somewhere, and where Melinoe was out at the desk in the other room. These kinds of night shifts were the most enjoyable, for they offered few interruptions and distractions. The fluorescent lights created the dismal kind of atmosphere that Murder loved, though the body itself was laid out beneath a much brighter, white light.
Phonos began retrieving the last bullet from the entrance wound he had finished documenting moments before. He could not help but wonder if Melinoe would come speak to him again tonight. It was a casual ritual he found himself enjoying and their boss didn't mind so long as she prevented any unauthorized visitors, so there was no reason for them not to speak.