and then he greeted Death as an old friend

Hello, my name is Cyrus Nergal and I'm in the family business of soul gathering. If you want to find me, please do so quietly, and direct any questions to my pigeon hole.

[coyote-grace]

Depends on your definition of ‘personal’.

[cyrusthegrim]

Well.. Something that’s personal to.. you?

[coyote-grace]

I know. Surprised me too.

[cyrusthegrim]

I hope, for your sake, it wasn’t too personal.

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Sleep Aid // Cyrus&Heather

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Heather closed her eyes and and sighed deeply, confident that she had at the very least distracted him from his worries. While she could completely empathize with being stuck in her own head with things, she couldn’t really understand what it was like to be stuck in there with someone. Someone that you didn’t get along with. Her heart just broke for him. “Cy?”

[cyrusthegrim]

Cyrus gently tapped his fingers on Heather’s back, beating out a soft rhythm. Having her around never failed to make him smiled. He tilted his head curiously at her questioning tone. “Yes?”

[magicalauren]

“No way.” She laughs. “It’s hard to believe that when I saw you struggle to get on a tshirt not five minutes ago.”

[cyrusthegrim]

Needless to say, it’s certainly rather complicated.

[coyote-grace]

Out of all the things Jenkins has said about me, I guess she was bound to get something right sooner or later…

But for the record, me and Lyle are not and never will be a thing.

[cyrusthegrim]

She got something.. right?

[cyrusthegrim]

maliaeash:

cyrusthegrim:

It’s not about the amount of power. It’s more.. the type.

*he carefully takes the shirt from her, examining it closely* Completely gone. *shoots her a soft but warm smile* Thank you. I really appreciate this.

*Smiles softly, knowing she has hit a sore subject* Yeah, I understand. That sounded really apathetic, and I’m sorry. We all have to embrace the mess in our lifes, right?

*smiles widely as he takes the shirt* But not all the mess! I’m so glad that potion worked so well, I need to record it in my journal *takes out journal and polaroid camera* No thank you!  Mind if I take a picture? I just like documenting what I can learn and practice on my own!

A photograph? Oh, of course. *he holds out the shirt again, so she can take a picture*

Documenting it like that is a very good idea.

[cyrusthegrim]

magicalauren:

cyrusthegrim:

Not quite.. I turn into a murderous, soul sucking sociopath. *smiles wryly*

“…..Is this a prank?”

No.. Unfortunately.

[yanilavigne]

[magicalauren]

cyrusthegrim:

*slips into the shirt* Ah, much better, thank you. *he smooths down the fabric* I sort of do my own version of.. “hulking out”.

“Oh yeah? What’s that like? You drop someone’s tea?”

[cyrusthegrim]

Not quite.. I turn into a murderous, soul sucking sociopath. *smiles wryly*

[cyrusthegrim]

kevinphleobes:

And I never said that you did.

Relax, reaper. I can’t quite decide yet if you’re less annoying like that–or when you’re being your snooty self.

*frowns slightly* Ah yes, because your opinion of me is so incredibly important to my world.

[cyrusthegrim]

magicalauren:

“I meant with the tight shirts.” She laughed, grabbing a shirt and heading over to him. “But Bruce Banner, huh? He was always my favorite.” She hands him the new shirt and takes the one he had. “So does that mean you’ll hulk out someday?”

*slips into the shirt* Ah, much better, thank you. *he smooths down the fabric* I sort of do my own version of.. “hulking out”.

[magicalauren]

[cyrusthegrim]

magicalauren:

Grant,

Just writing to check innnnn like you asked me to. Things are…things. I dunno? I guess I should have listened to you when you said the soups would be a little hostile at first. I did meet some good ones and I hope I’ll befriend them soon. We both know how charming I can be. Get it?? Charming. Because I’m a witch?? Okay. Anyways. I added some candid polaroids of them, because I’m a dirty hipster who does polaroids. It’s also why I’m writing instead of calling. Hope stuff is good with you.

Love, Ren.

coyote-grace tristanbonesteel cyrusthegrim wendy-siskin adisonblodwynn aaronreincarnated ian-papadakis notichabodcrane hellishdamian kevinphleobes

[cyrusthegrim]

cyrusthegrim:

*Lifting shirt out of the creek with the shirt without a stain* Look at that! It’s like new! Although I would wait for it to dry before trying to put it on again *giggles* 

Oh? You say that like you’re ashamed? I can see how it definitely may not work with farming though, but you should definitely not be ashamed…you’re still more powerful than I am!

It’s not about the amount of power. It’s more.. the type.

*he carefully takes the shirt from her, examining it closely* Completely gone. *shoots her a soft but warm smile* Thank you. I really appreciate this.

[cyrusthegrim]

kevinphleobes:

cyrusthegrim:

Um.. No. My parents are human.

I was.. gifted with the Reaper when I was sixteen.

Gifted….okay.

I never said I called it that..

[cyrusthegrim]

magicalauren:

cyrusthegrim:

It might be hard to believe, but I’m not normally a disaster..

*he wiggles his shoulders and lifts his arms, but can’t raise them very high* It’s too tight across my shoulders.. *blushes lightly*

“Uh, I’m sure you’re anything but a disaster.”

Lauren looks him over and laughs. “You look like Captain America. Okay, hold on, I’ll find you one.”  She goes to the cabinets to find another, larger, camp shirt.

Captain America? *frowns, his nose wrinkling* I think I’d rather be Bruce Banner, thank you?

*he tries to wriggle out of the t-shirt, almost getting himself stuck again, before finally getting it over his head*

[cyrusthegrim]

maliaeash:

*Now scrubbing the last bits of red off of his shirt with a wooden brush from her knapsack* That sounds like such a pleasant way to be raised! I love animals a lot.

*Dunking the shirt in water, looking up at him* What are your powers?

*clears his throat, watching her hands and not looking at her face* I’m a Grim Reaper.

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

Sleep Aid // Cyrus&Heather

[cyrusthegrim]

heather-jason:

She let her head bounce on his chest with a grin. Yep, she definitely had a talent for getting him to lighten up at the very least. “No one is right all the time. I mean, I’m sure that Jenkins thinks she is.” Heather shrugged as well as she could while laying there. That woman really was a know it all.

Cyrus’ face rippled into an odd contortion - a combination of amusement and disgust. He shook his head gently, trying not to dislodge Heather any more. “No, no, she thinks she’s right every time.” He smiled. “But I would much rather listen to you being right.”