Meet me at the graveyard when the clock strikes
WHO: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet } & Sylar {crazy4pwr }
WHAT: Lately things have been oh so quiet, and the Reaper wants to know why.
WHERE: The Graveyard
WHEN: Late evening burgeoning into midnight
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He didn't like all this silence and he certainly did not believe that handsome, cunning man to have turned over a new leaf. No, Grell Sutcliff would never believe in such things as 'conversions' for humans were fickle creatures who were innately selfish, cruel beings. They only learned of kindness and love later on, and their success depended on how well they used these qualities to mask themselves.
The Red Reaper opened a window and leapt out onto the neighbouring rooftop. For a few moments he stood still, surveying the slumbering city and trying to decide where he would seek out the elusive killer.
The Graveyard, he decided, for that was where he promised Sylar he could always go if he needed him. The evening fog waltzing amongst the gravestones seemed quite cliched to the Reaper, but he was glad for its blanket of cover- this was the perfect curtain to shield their meeting from prying eyes.
"Is my vengeful Archangel here tonight~?" Grell called softly into the darkness, giggling soon after.
WHAT: Lately things have been oh so quiet, and the Reaper wants to know why.
WHERE: The Graveyard
WHEN: Late evening burgeoning into midnight
*~*~*
He didn't like all this silence and he certainly did not believe that handsome, cunning man to have turned over a new leaf. No, Grell Sutcliff would never believe in such things as 'conversions' for humans were fickle creatures who were innately selfish, cruel beings. They only learned of kindness and love later on, and their success depended on how well they used these qualities to mask themselves.
The Red Reaper opened a window and leapt out onto the neighbouring rooftop. For a few moments he stood still, surveying the slumbering city and trying to decide where he would seek out the elusive killer.
The Graveyard, he decided, for that was where he promised Sylar he could always go if he needed him. The evening fog waltzing amongst the gravestones seemed quite cliched to the Reaper, but he was glad for its blanket of cover- this was the perfect curtain to shield their meeting from prying eyes.
"Is my vengeful Archangel here tonight~?" Grell called softly into the darkness, giggling soon after.