&&. CONTUSION // ( Y + S )
( krnevl // yeul + sullivan )
six p.m. on the dot, sullivan finds himself at the local park. couples are about, sitting on blankets, the sun beginning it’s setting course– it’s his favorite time of day. to watch the blue sky adopt different hues of purples, pinks and oranges. you can feel the air around you cooling the lower the sun gets; the most beautiful time of day. the reaper sits at a bench facing the sun, silently watching it descend as it follows it’s rut to the other side of the planet. silently people watching, using his title to his advantage. whenever he has nothing better to do he likes to pry into peoples’ lives, if he focuses hard enough he can see how much time a person has left sitting prettily above their heads.
it’s a new power, if this ability is even considered a power, one he’s not too familiar with yet. if used too often it gives him migraines, it’s almost like a muscle; it needs to be consistently exercised for optimal use. it’ll take time and he’s willing to take the risk of a headache every now and then.
sullivan is pulled straight out of his thoughts when a familiar name walks by. it’s a face he’s definitely seen in his conscious, a name that pops up just as fast as it disappears in his notepad. oh! quickly, possibly too fast, he jumps out of his seat to practically run to this stranger. it’s only when he gets closer to the latter that he realizes the abrasions on his face, something he has to stop himself from making a statement about.
“ yeul, right? your friend has a message for you– uh– wait, hold on– ” quickly sullivan pulls his tiny notepad from his back pocket, hurriedly flipping through pages until he finds the note written under a crossed out name– it doesn’t occur to the male that giving a message from “beyond” might be startling to those who are unaware of a reapers’ presence on earth.
“ ah, here we go, ” he starts, feline like eyes squinting to read his tiny handwriting, “ he wanted me to let you know, well, i’ll just uh– read it; ‘it’ll be okay without me. don’t worry too much, you’ll get premature wrinkles.’ he seemed like a cool kid, do you miss him? ” still it doesn’t hit him what exactly he just did, giving a message from the other side. head tilted to the side as he waits for an answer, note pad still in his hand, expression both innocent and curious, a slight pout working the muscles in his face.
