#aroughfellow

[overtlyxcovert]

aroughfellow 

      Sherlock Holmes; good evening.

            [He raises an eyebrow.]

      What brings you here?

[claudiaindarkness]

Bonjour monsieur

Claudia slipped about aimlessly, watching the man with interest. Curiously Claudia began to walk in pace with him. Walking behind him like a shadow. She smile softly and innocently as she studied him. This was part of one of her games. But not even she knew which game. She always seemed to pick out the people who were different, it was one of the things she did when she was bored. But the question that always kept her curious was what made this person different from the rest.

[deathsangelisntdeadarchive-blog]

aroughfellow is playing with death.

     The street was dusty, deserted, the faint tracings of stars peeking through the cloudy sky. Azrael was trying to get some fresh air, or at least as much as she could in the city, her feet hitting the ground the only sound in the area. The angel rarely had time for herself these days, especially with everything her siblings were up to and the general problem with heaven. But she was trying not to think about that right now. She continued on, glad that she was alone. Of course, Az knew nights like this rarely left her to her own devices, and she'd felt the presence of someone nearby for a block or two. The angel kept her course for a few more steps before stopping, turning, and peering into the shadows. "I hope you don't think it'll be that easy to sneak up on me."