current day || ketterdam streets || @deadhelvar
the streets are grey and the clouds are cloudy, but even that can’t stop the thrum of energy thats slowly being scented on the streets, residents subconsciously aware of the moods of their city. sure, it had risen and fallen in the past seven years, settling after the plague scare, pulled along through international warfare, but it was the kind of air that was leading to riskier gambles and hands closer to weapons.
so his fingers are tapping against the curve of his pistols and there’s a little tune humming under his breath as he turns towards home, before he stills. freezes. body locked into a thousand different directions, before turning to the most comfortable one.
the gun is in his hand and pointed towards the imposter before either are aware, and the street around them empties further than the ‘empty’ it had been, people turning towards their windows and away from sight.
the problem - they can’t quite bring themselves to shoot. barrel aimed where they’d last seen the crimson spread across his chest, aimed where the red petals had lay. grief was a thing they thought they’d forgotten, but here, it slam back in, closes their throat tight to the questions that want to come spilling out.