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Myth!AU - Where I Want to Be
Oct. 10th, 2017 09:09 amTo think that a year ago if someone had told him that he would come face to face let alone partnered with the devil himself, he’d have laughed it off. It was something that wasn’t even a consideration. Not even a possibility to be honest. There was only the chance of being damned for everything that he’s done for the sake of the Order and maintaining the balance as was dictated by Death.
Yet the world tends to work in mysterious ways. Such ways that had placed him on path to run into the lord of Hell itself. That and continue to do so but that was more of his own choice he’ll admit that much.
Going from jaded texts to worrying over each other’s well-being to finally offering the prospect to try being together, it’s been quite a year. One with twists and turns that he hadn’t fully expected. Getting comfort after bouts of therapy. Tracking down a lich that had stolen something precious. Trading the job of host depending on the city. Admitting to feelings beyond what was ever thought to have a chance. Funny that even through all of the bad that gets dredged up with the good, there’s not a single ounce of regret over everything. He would honestly do it all again in a heartbeat.
The visit isn’t scheduled for the next day but he’s set on arriving early as a surprise because the day marked a chance he’s glad he took. There’s no hesitation with an early start to the journey and sure enough he arrives in the early evening. Perfect. It would be easier for the reaper to slip inside of the club as the patrons started to flood in, slipping into nothingness and following the flow of the crowd. Far too easy with how much practice he had under his belt.
He’s keen to not alert the owner while skirting by and heading up into the all too familiar comforts above. Color dripping back into his form, he glances around and steps over to the bar. His pack edging off his shoulder until easing down to be caught by a readied hand and rummaged through by another.
Moments later there’s a bottle of whiskey resting on the counter. Exact year and he was quite aware now of how much such a thing costs but he hadn’t flinched at the final number. Then comes the bouquet which is rather tame though the white chrysanthemums went well with the roses if he does say so himself. All of it being properly placed with a silvered envelope brandishing twin scythes. So far everything was shaping up rather well but there was still plenty to do what with the reaper carefully extracting the expensive takeout from the safety of its hidden away case. That’s all placed at the coffee table alongside some utensils at the ready.
Really the final touch was something that would have to be done personally in case everything was already far too much. So he stashes his bag away and proceeds out onto the balcony to gaze out on a cityscape that is oddly as soothing as the one back home. Though he supposes it never hurt to have multiple homes so long as they were shared and enjoyed.
Nerves addled his thoughts but he sucks in a steadying breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Things were going to work out. It’ll all be fine. Nothing to get twisted up over. The wait was all that was getting to him and well he’s not ruining the surprise no matter how anxious he grows.
Yet the world tends to work in mysterious ways. Such ways that had placed him on path to run into the lord of Hell itself. That and continue to do so but that was more of his own choice he’ll admit that much.
Going from jaded texts to worrying over each other’s well-being to finally offering the prospect to try being together, it’s been quite a year. One with twists and turns that he hadn’t fully expected. Getting comfort after bouts of therapy. Tracking down a lich that had stolen something precious. Trading the job of host depending on the city. Admitting to feelings beyond what was ever thought to have a chance. Funny that even through all of the bad that gets dredged up with the good, there’s not a single ounce of regret over everything. He would honestly do it all again in a heartbeat.
The visit isn’t scheduled for the next day but he’s set on arriving early as a surprise because the day marked a chance he’s glad he took. There’s no hesitation with an early start to the journey and sure enough he arrives in the early evening. Perfect. It would be easier for the reaper to slip inside of the club as the patrons started to flood in, slipping into nothingness and following the flow of the crowd. Far too easy with how much practice he had under his belt.
He’s keen to not alert the owner while skirting by and heading up into the all too familiar comforts above. Color dripping back into his form, he glances around and steps over to the bar. His pack edging off his shoulder until easing down to be caught by a readied hand and rummaged through by another.
Moments later there’s a bottle of whiskey resting on the counter. Exact year and he was quite aware now of how much such a thing costs but he hadn’t flinched at the final number. Then comes the bouquet which is rather tame though the white chrysanthemums went well with the roses if he does say so himself. All of it being properly placed with a silvered envelope brandishing twin scythes. So far everything was shaping up rather well but there was still plenty to do what with the reaper carefully extracting the expensive takeout from the safety of its hidden away case. That’s all placed at the coffee table alongside some utensils at the ready.
Really the final touch was something that would have to be done personally in case everything was already far too much. So he stashes his bag away and proceeds out onto the balcony to gaze out on a cityscape that is oddly as soothing as the one back home. Though he supposes it never hurt to have multiple homes so long as they were shared and enjoyed.
Nerves addled his thoughts but he sucks in a steadying breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Things were going to work out. It’ll all be fine. Nothing to get twisted up over. The wait was all that was getting to him and well he’s not ruining the surprise no matter how anxious he grows.
