Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave.
Reluctantly, the blue-eyed male walked alone between graves and flowers in the middle of the night, his fists clenching together harshly as he got closer to Persephone’s grave. Everything had happen so fast, he could still see Angelica’s face when she gave him the news. As imagined, the tombstone was filled with roses and gigantic and seemingly expensive bouquets, making the man sigh. Alexander kneeled down to pick up all the withered flowers he could find, his fingertips brushing the golden letters on the tomb. It hurt. It hurt reading her name, seeing the date bright and shinny, knowing she wasn’t there anymore to make fun of him for acting like an old man with attitude problems, but what hurt the most was the little line between the date when she was born and the day it happened. Because Persephone Tobias was much more than that line. Everything she ever did on her life, good and bad was supposed to define her when she was gone. She would exit with a boom and everyone would know who Seph was, but now, alone in the dark, the danger she constantly put herself through seemed so— meaningless if that line was what people reminded her by.
It took him a solid two hours, around 20 lost contests with a graveyard to see who would fall apart first and half a bottle of cheap whiskey to realize that her life wasn’t meant to become a legacy, not in her eyes. Despite the intensive pain in his heart and the newly found void in his stomach he’d felt since he heard the news, Alexander smiled, knowing Persephone had led the life she wanted, that she had learn to live life at it’s fullest and that she had no regrets, and that was more than whatever he could say about anyone else he knew “Don’t pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living” he murmured as his gaze fixed on the letters engraved on the tomb, a single tear rolling down his flustered cheeks. He could almost hear her say ‘God, you are such a nerd’. He breathed in, closing his eyes, hoping and praying to whatever god he could think of he could still see her face “God, I miss you.”
Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
“All units, we have a 10-71″ he heard his colleague say over the radio, and everything changed when he gave out the address and a small explanation of the situation with a worried tone. His palm began to sweat and he could feel the air on his lungs being sucked out of him in an impulsive manner. Ever since he befriended Seph, he feared for today, for the day he heard hers or Tino’s address being mentioned in some mafia related shooting. “Copy that, be there in five” Alexander called from his own radio, gulping harshly as he absentmindedly started the ignition on his car and rushed to the address in utter silence, his throat sore and dry. Within minutes, he arrived, vest and all, with one goal in mind, find Seph and get her out of there. Gun in hand, he adventured himself inside of the house without any warning or indication from his superiors. Then, he saw her, pointing a small gun at him, a perplex look on her face “Alex, what are you doing here? What the hell is going on?” he breathed in, relieved to see her in one piece “Soph, I’ll explain everything later. Just come with me, alright?” he plead, his blue eyes glistening with a fear he had never felt before in any mission “I am not going anywhere with you until you tell me what’s going on! Why do you have a bulletproof vest?” Then, he could see something in her face shifting from confusion to anger, like everything suddenly clicked “You are a cop” the blonde mused, sounding more like an affirmation instead of a question, the shoots getting closer and closer as they kept going “Are you fucking kidding me? All this time, you are a cop! I trusted you! You are an asshole Alexander!” the male breathed in, gulping harshly when he realized her gun was still pointing at him. He rose his arms up to the sky giving her a pleading look “I’ll explain everything later. I promise. I know you don’t trust me. But if you are not coming with me for you and me, do it for Tino. He wouldn’t stand the thought of losing you. Seph please. I won’t take you to them, I promise. I just want you safe. Just—” the male struggled with words, suddenly finding it hard to talk to one of the people he trusted the most in the world. Slowly, he took the vest off, shrugging it off his shoulders and handing it to the blonde, his eyes pleading “Let me get you outside, we’ll use the back door. Go to my place, I’ll bring Tino once I’m done, I promise. Please.”
Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa.
“Your bathroom alone probably costs more than my entire house, I am scared I’ll break something and be in debt with you for life!” the male called from inside as he looked around, putting on the pajamas he had select to bring to Seph’s for the evening. She laughed “Alex, not to be a bitch, but my purse alone costs more than your house. Your house is a crap-hole. It’s the reason why you are here in the first place, isn’t it?” she teased as he got out of the bathroom, rolling his eyes at her playful words, smiling nonetheless “It’s the entire building! I am not the only one with a mice problem! They said they will be done in the morning and I was perfectly fine sleeping in my car, you insisted I could take one of your guests rooms” he defended himself, making the blonde laugh even harder “I can’t let you sleep in your car with that broken hip of yours! Just make sure you didn’t bring any of those rodents with you or I promise you I will shoot you right in the face.” With a small smile, the male nodded, walking over his friend just to nudge her “You love my broken, old hip. You are just jealous you will always be older than me” he winked for Seph’s dismay, and she rolled her eyes at him before shooting him a look “Just leave, it’s already 8 p.m, way past your bed time.” Alexander’s smile only grew bigger as he leaned in, kissing the blonde’s forehead “Seriously, thank you for letting me stay here. Next time you are coming to my place and we can watch a movie, I’ll teach you how to enjoy a night with a $20 budget. It’ll be fun. Good night, princess” he dragged the last word mockingly, earning a slap on his arm from Persephone “Not happening. Good night, grandpa Warren.”
