Cats & Dogs
cont from here @mp-anubis ft phobetor & anubis
Despite his usual afinity for the night, Phobetor can’t help the small shudder the runs down his spine as he glances around the cold night street, as fat, icy raindrops hammer on the pavement. It’s quite pretty really, with all the bustling city lights reflected back from deep, dark pools in any crack and crevice they can find. That and the quiet of the streets that rain brought, banishing the crowds, made it quite the perfect evening. Stepping out of the doorway of the establishment he had just finished his last client meeting of the evening in, the god slowly extends a large, black umbrella above himself, the canopy opening wide to protect him as he begins down the street towards home. He thinks he will walk tonight.
He’s not far into his journey as he notices a figure up ahead and quickly feels a quite uncharacteristic lurch in his chest. Some people were just so recognisable, even sopping wet from meters away. With a scuff of his leather soled brogues he stops just beside the bus stop and lets the corners of his lips curl as he watches the familiar, yet long lost god mutter and curse to himself. As unprepared as ever.
”Good evening, handsome-” he hums softly, calling out to gain the death god’s attention, as he draws back his umbrella a little so’s not to obscure his identity. “It’s been a while”. Some gods just have an afinity for one another, and nightmares and death play well together.
