#fallensonabel

[deathdistanced]

@fallensonabel

Levi knew a few things.

He knew he had been killed by his father for his sexuality.  He knew he had lived for a time as a ghost, and that he had ascended into being a reaper.  This came with challenges.  Reapers could chose to lived among the living, as they themselves were living beings.  Which meant that Levi needed to find a place to live, and a job to pay for it.

He was good with music.  He had an amazing voice.  He could also play guitar.  But he doubted it would take him far.

Roaming the ‘help wanted’ listings in a classic newspaper, he looked up to see an art gallery.

Something pulled him.

His feet carried him inside, and when he saw the art...he fell in love.  It was truly amazing.

“Hello, uh...hi.  Are you the artist?”

[painforcain]

@fallensonabel

"Abel?" Cain called out. Not loud enough, apparently, there was no answer nor noise of the other's approach. The ancient grew impatient. "ABEL!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing down the halls.

[painforcain]

“I’d imagine even with layers, skirts are highly impractical in the snow.” //fallensonabel//

@fallensonabel

"Do you know what's highly impractical? Your wiggling tongue." Cain tilted his head up, lowered his eyelids, picked up his skirt, and walked across the snow without a problem. "Highly impractical..." He grumbled to himself. "As if he knew anything about fashion these days..."

[painforcain]

@fallensonabel

Cain couldn't believe his eyes. He knew that face... he'd recognize it even if eons had passed since it happened. A low growl left him as he watched the other sat down beside him.

"Who the Hell are you?"

He knew who was it. His long dead baby brother, Abel. Cain just didn't understand how was this possible. He grimaced.