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[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.
However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.
To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.
Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.
James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]
However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.
To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.
Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.
James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]
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Date: 2018-09-29 03:21 am (UTC)From:Good. 'cause you're going to hear it all the time from me too. So much so you're gonna get sick of it, but I'm still gonna say it no matter what.
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Date: 2018-09-29 06:40 am (UTC)From:[A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he arches back into the touch. There was nothing that could ever replace this. To feel loved and safe here with his dullahan.
However that doesn’t stop him from being a tad ridiculous.]
That and how you love my cock.
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Date: 2018-09-30 04:14 am (UTC)From:[His grin widens into something impish and teasing, and he can't help but quietly laugh.
It's ridiculous, and it's so nice to be able to banter like this; he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.]
I'm pretty confident that I really love that.
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Date: 2018-10-01 12:55 am (UTC)From:[He backs his words with soft nudge of his hips against Liam’s. Nothing too engaging but enough to garner a dull shot of pleasure to stir in his gut. He press it any further.]
You pronounced it rather loudly earlier too.
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Date: 2018-10-13 11:49 pm (UTC)From:Really love it.
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Date: 2018-10-14 03:07 pm (UTC)From:Really love you. Even if we hadn’t made a mess together.
[A shorter kiss stolen away.]
Want me out or...?
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Date: 2018-10-25 01:38 am (UTC)From:[A very nice bonus at that. James is kissing him again, though, and he'd much rather focus on the mouth against his, even if it's far too short. The question gives him pause for a moment, however, and when it finally clicks what he's asking, Liam goes slightly red even as he shoots his reaper a crooked grin.]
Not really, no. [He admits a little shyly.]
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Date: 2018-11-03 07:39 pm (UTC)From:[He adjusts them as much as he can before having to get Liam to work with him. Eventually he’s able to lay behind his dullahan, wrapping his arms around him. A gentle kiss pressed to his shoulder.]
Good?
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Date: 2018-11-10 01:30 am (UTC)From:'s with you, it's always gonna be good.
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Date: 2018-11-10 04:52 am (UTC)From:Of course. We're great together. Make each other better and all.
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Date: 2018-11-11 06:20 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2018-11-11 09:51 pm (UTC)From:[There wasn’t any hard feelings meant by it. Pressing a kiss to his neck, James wraps his arms around Liam and gets comfortable.]
Also think we should stay right here for now.
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Date: 2018-11-12 01:12 am (UTC)From:[It's not even a lie, instead he's grinning but the moment James' lips brush against his neck he gasps quietly. There's still that thrill there, always will be, and his heart aches with how much he just wants to show his reaper that he loves him.]
Like that idea. The rest of the place can wait.
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Date: 2018-11-12 09:27 am (UTC)From:[It’s a bit haphazard but he reaches up to tug down the throw tucked away into the cushions. Spreading it over the two of them, he nuzzles into the back of Liam’s neck. His dullahan’s warmth and calm was all he wanted to be surrounded by. Forever and always.]
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Date: 2018-11-26 02:51 am (UTC)From:[It's a shy admission, but a truthful one. There's nowhere he'd rather be than with his reaper here, wrapped in the man's arms. After so long apart, he's content to bask in every moment no matter what, because it didn't matter what was going on so much as they were together.]