[Couldn't help it... _ _;] “That’s messed up.”
Send my muse “That’s messed up.” and I’ll generate an AU in which our muses are in a forbidden relationship.
Angel/Spiritual Being and Mortal: Touched by an angel.
Reapers were merely observers and arbitrators of their charge. They were not their guardians, nor their downfall. Though they could certainly contribute. There was no rule regarding that. Just as long as they didn’t alter their charges course directly, or prevent their death when it came time for it, they were free to do what they like. Thus there were though who whispered to their charge to make good choices trying to point them to some happiness or those who actively pointed their charge toward ruin to get the job done quicker. Kendra was of the former category. She was new (Alice was her first charge) and freshly dead. Thus, she had a fair amount of difficulty divorcing herself from Alice’s plight as she lost her mother, her sister, her boyfriend leaving her, her sister hating her, and her father just ignoring her very existence. She wanted to comfort her she just didn’t know how.
Reapers had various forms they could assume for practical purposes. A physical body, an ethereal one, and one that was meant only for the persons individual death because it was horrifying to behold. Currently, Kendra was ethereal sitting next to Alice close enough she could reach out and touch her if she wanted to, as the girl read her book. “What would make you happy?” she said to no one in particular frustrated at her charge. It had been so easy when she was a child. And she had raised her properly to, with lots of encouraging to make good choices. Good choices didn’t stop the bad things from happening though, or the guilt that came with it.
Maybe she needed some self esteem. A boy? As soon as Kendra felt the thought she found it revolting. She had let Alice, encourage Alice, to try a boy and that had gone terribly. No she did not want to share her Alice with nasty boys ever again.
Sighing she turned back to Alice imploring the girl who could not see her, “Alice, what do you want?”