Meet You at the End

Sydney Moore, semi-famous author, reaper, 103 years old. 

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touchofdeaths:

He was sure to some it was entirely suspicious for a man to be wandering a graveyard late at night. It was nearing midnight and the necromancer found himself making himself comfortable underneath a large tree in the center of one of New Paradiso’s graveyards. To him it seemed best to go directly to the possible spirits that would reach out to him for help. 

More often than not he found them wandering around in a confused state, especially the ones who died suddenly. It was easier to approach them than to have the various spirits disrupt his everyday life. Ava was home safe, home with Jairus at that, giving him plenty of time to work. Ulrich sighed as he pulled a cigarette from the pack he kept in his pocket, head turning in curiosity as he heard the sound of a branch break behind him.  ❝ It’s a little late for you to be wanderin’ about don’t you think? ❞

It had been a hard night, it was always a hard night when someone didn’t want to accept their fate. A teenage girl this time, distracted while driving. It had been a gruesome scene. He was used to people trying to bargain, to persuade him to let them live. But it was always more difficult when they were young. When at one point the numbers over their head might’ve stretched much longer, but one decision cut them down to mere hours. 

Sighing, Sydney stepped into the graveyard and drew his hood down from his head, scythe still in his other hand. At the very least he’d remembered to put his glamour back, would probably scare some poor soul in the graveyard. If there was anyone out this late. Sydney shifted, a branch breaking underfoot as he tried to free his pack of cigarettes. He wasn’t paying attention, so the voice still managed to startle him. 

“I could certainly say the same thing to you”

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austinvalentinenp:

Austin knew the moment he woke up that morning that something was wrong. He had heard about the Super Blue Blood Moon, but hadn’t really paid it any mind. Until he woke up with his lower half being that of a normal human instead of having his tail. He clumsily walked through town, trying to figure out if someone knew anything more than him. That is until he fell flat on his face. “Stupid legs.”

The cravings really were the worst part about this whole switch. Really, Sydney wasn’t used to his body demanding things of him. He might want for a cigarette, but he could also do without just as easily. Now there was an ugly craving, which could only be solved with blood. Mixing it with alcohol helped abate it and manage not to gross himself out. But he still needed a walk to clear his head. Of course, boys quite literally falling at his feet was not part of that plan. 

“Need a hand?” Sydney raised a brow, taking one hand from his pocket to offer the boy. 

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mumumbles:

Moving from South Korea had been a big change for him in almost every single aspect of his life. He was a man of habit, of strict tradition, and change was one of his greatest fears. The other had to do with revealing emotions like most of his previous peers, and that too had been influenced by the relocation. Byeong had busies himself with unpacking, cleaning and organizing his new home. It gave him a small sense of familiarity as he saw his belongings occupy a very foreign surface. 

The layout was rearranged once, twice and then trice until he was satisfied with it. There was only one box left to unpack when he noticed movement outside. He paused, frowned and decided to leave the opened box to see who it was after a moment of silence. There hadn’t been a knock, and he found that odd since he was certain that a person was outside. That’s when he unlocked and open the front door without further notice. 

Byeong could have mimicked the stranger’s expression, but his face remained passive and dull. “Hello,” he said with a question barely hinted on the last syllable of the word.

Whatever Sydney had been expecting, it was safe to say that it wasn’t...well this. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t actually put a thought to what the illustrator might look like. But somewhere in his brain he’d at least expected the guy to look older, especially with how far back Sydney had traced some of his illustrations. Though that was a tiny bit hypocritical since Sydney himself didn’t look his age. At the very least he’d expected someone a little more bookish. Being faced with someone very beautiful and by the look of it pretty fit, may have made his brain short out for a second.

“Right, sorry, I’m making an idiot of myself.” Sydney finally said, reaching up to restlessly run a hand through his hair and try to get his thoughts together, “Are you Byeung-Ho, the illustrator?” The cherry on top of him making a fool of himself would be getting the wrong place. 

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lmurphys-law:

A slanted smile came to him as he pulled the cigarette from his lips. “It’s a hit or miss sometimes.” Levon ran a hand through his hair and and bobbed his head in a nod. He didn’t mention that he strove for that multiple times over the course of his miserable life. Sometimes he still does, but he just remained placid. “Smoking isn’t exactly healthy, but it’s not like we’re all deaf.”

Sydney laughed, tucking his free hand in his pocket as a cool breeze whipped past. “Sounds brilliant to me. Though I’ll end up losing one of them somewhere anyway. I’m not very great at keeping track of things. I think I’ve turned over my office twice in the last week just looking for something” He sighed, smoke drifting upwards as he spoke. “I’m spoiled, I don’t really have to mind my health. Probably makes me a terrible influence too.”

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sharptallcns:

“Probably not.” he said, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out. He had only been smoking one cigarette a day since he ran out, he substituted the rest o his ‘smoke breaks’ to smoke some pot instead, sating his craving or nicotine or the time being. “The pleasure is all mine, Sydney.”

“My office back home probably permanently smells like smoke, if I’m being honest” It probably wasn’t the best for the books in the room, but the ones he kept in there were mostly reference, and some of his own novels, which he cared about but not nearly as much. “Where were you headed before I stopped you?”

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cliffsanson: 

“I don’t know if I would be so proud to be talking to me.” Cliff wasn’t sure he was exactly great company, but his newfound companion didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, he seemed about as adverse to socializing as he was himself. But maybe that would lend itself well to them being able to put together some kind of conversation. They wouldn’t have to worry about fixating on how well they were doing at impressing the other, and they could bow out at any time without seeming at all rude. They’d already established that they were anti-social.

As they sat there, Cliff played a game where he tried to figure out what the man next to him might be. He definitely wasn’t human, that much was very clear to him. He was almost an absence, though that hardly made sense. He didn’t look like he was dead. Cliff really didn’t know much about any other species, and hiding himself away didn’t help him in learning. “Huh?” He realized he might have been staring a little. “Oh, yeah, I’m Cliff. Cliff Sanson. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Don’t worry, she’s proud when I talk to anyone. So you definitely count as far as she’s concerned. Honestly, the woman acts like the mother I never had” Sydney grinned. He missed her a bit, now that he’d moved further away from her, but somehow her nagging had doubled in that time. But getting out and socializing was at the top of her list. Which was fair considering that Sydney had a tendency to hole himself up in his office and not leave for days on end. 

Sydney could almost tell what the other man was thinking by the way he was watching him. He had to have some sort of animal instincts, because there were usually the ones to figure out something was weird first, particularly with his scent, or perhaps the lack of a heartbeat gives it away. But most of them have never met a reaper, hell, most reapers don’t bother with humanity. “Nice to meet you too Cliff” Sydney wrapped his fingers around his glass and brought it to his lips, taking a sip and watching Cliff contemplating him over the rim, “You’re trying to figure it out, aren’t you?”

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//just got home from work. Was a drunk crowd tonight, so that wasn’t great. :/ But I’ll be on replies for Sydney in under an hour. 

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34 & 35

34. What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?

Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, just in general. 

35. Answered.

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7, 16, 46, 26, 35

7. Have you ever cheated?

Does having casual sex while you’re technically with your beard count? Though for the record, I was also her beard.

16. Do you believe in “love at first sight”?

I barely believe in love.

46. Have you ever been “friendzoned”?

I don’t like this term, but yes. I caved to my publisher and ended up at an author summit. He was a writer I admired in more ways than one. We’re still fantastic friends though, even if he’s well into his eighties at this point. 

26. Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of?

Not a problem, I don’t have parents. I’ve never had parents. If my agent counts, then maybe. She has better taste than I do.

35. Could you be in a relationship without sex?

Possibly, I haven’t tried it. But I have gone long periods of time without sex. 

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//that awkward moment where I realize that Syd’s askbox isn’t enabled...whoops

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VALENTINE'S DAY | ASK SPECIAL

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

2: Have you ever been deeply in love?

3: Longest relationship you've ever been in?

4: Have you ever changed for someone?

5: How is your relationship with your ex?

6: Have you ever been cheated on?

7: Have you ever cheated?

8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating?

9: What's the most important part of a relationship?

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?

15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"?

16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?

17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet?

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?

20: Are you currently in a relationship?

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

22: Do you think people should date their friends?

23: How many relationships have you had?

24: Do you think love can last forever?

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?

29: What do you notice first about another person?

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?

31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?

32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?

33: Do you want to get married one day?

34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

36: Are you still a virgin?

37: What's more important: Looks or personality?

38: Do you enjoy love films?

39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?

40: Have you ever had a valentine?

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?

42: Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"?

43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends?

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?

46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"?

47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?

48: What's your favorite love song?

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?

50: If you're single, why do you think you are?

51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy?

52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?

57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?

58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?

59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary?

60: What's your opinion on open relationships?

61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family?

62: How do you define "cheating"?

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?

65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?

[thedeathinsydney]

Sydney felt like a stalker, and not a very good one. Really, a good one would have figured out a way to do this that didn’t somehow manage to make him look creepy. Not that Sydney wasn’t used to that adjective, it was hard to escape when you were a reaper. Well, and the addition that you generally wrote about the macabre. But that wasn’t the point, the point was that he was standing outside a man’s door, about to knock and make an idiot out of himself. Which he was not looking forward to.

Until Jess had called, it had been a pretty boring day. At least boring in comparison to the shit show that had gone down around the full moon. He’d actually made some progress on his latest book, which was a feat in itself. Jess had been teasing for months that they were going to have to publish it under another name if he waited any longer on it. But it was getting closer, which he readily told her over the phone when she called. 

Then she’d said a name, Byeong-Ho, and Sydney was all attention. Because there was a collection of vintage medical books in his study with the most beautiful illustrations, and Sydney had referred to them more than once when trying to explain to an illustrator what he wanted for his books. So of course, hearing that he’d moved to New Paradiso had ended with Sydney asking around and ending up on his doorstep. 

Apparently, he’d been standing there longer than he’d thought, because the door opened before he could knock and Sydney could only look up with a startled, “Oh, hello.”

@mumumbles

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sharptallcns:

Tallon took the cigarette from his mouth, letting his hand he held it with stay limp at his side. He watched the other light his cigarette and grinned, putting his own back between his lips before taking the lighter and putting it back in his pocket. He nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t survive a day without a cigarette. So I know where you are coming from. M’name’s Tallon. How bout yours?”

“I’d live, probably, but it wouldn’t be a pretty day” Sydney grinned. The addiction and the hit probably didn’t have the same impact on him as it did others, but he still relied on it during the day. He took another long drag, tilting his head back to blow the smoke upwards. Already he could feel the pending headache he’d had easing off. “Sydney, pleasure to meet you Tallon.”

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scooper-pooper:

That had been a mistake. The food he had just eaten tasted terrible and he nearly gagged from it. First he watched his own damn skin burn in direct sunlight, then he had to deal with elongated canines, and now he couldn’t even eat. Cooper had been absolutely miserable all fucking day, and only dared to venture out when it was dare out. What bugged him the most was how he couldn’t hear any animals. It was like all connection to them had never existed and it pissed him off. 

He had gone to grab a drink at the bar, but the sudden crowd of people did things to him. Bad things. There was a hard punch of hunger that nearly shredded his stomach, and just the sound alone of pulses was enough to have him salivate. He put a hard stop to that and quickly turned on his heels. Instead of subjecting himself to mingle in a room full of people that he wanted drain he went to a packaging store with significantly less people. A bottle of whiskey was bough and he found that the terrible burn eased some of the intense hunger. It wasn’t by a lot but it was enough for him to actually pull his attention away from the way his own hyena companions sounded with each breath they took. 

Cooper took a long swig straight out of the bottle as he lingered on the sidewalk just outside of where he lived. There was an approaching figure, and he wanted to ignore it but he couldn’t when the footsteps stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was because there were hyenas around him, or if it was because he was drinking right out of a paper bag. 

Strange things happened, Sydney knew this. It was hard to not know this after a hundred years of being a reaper, you saw some strange shit. But this? This might take the cake as far as he was concerned. 

There was this hunger. This bone deep craving for something that he couldn’t exactly express yet. That startled Sydney more than anything. Sure, he had a craving for a cigarette every now and then, though he could quit them very easily too. But reapers were a creature that didn’t need anything, they were sustained merely by doing their actual jobs, any food or drink was just for pleasure. Now he needed. He actually needed something, that was new, and kind of terrifying actually. 

It wasn’t that hard to figure out what he was, exactly. The sunlight burning gave it away rather quickly. With that realization came the mildly disturbing realization that what he was craving was blood. Sure, he didn’t mind the stuff, but that didn’t mean he wanted to drink it. 

Turns out he wasn’t the only one having issues. Just walking outside led to run ins with confused people. He just needed to find something to ease the hunger. But spotting the man sitting by the side of the road had him pausing. 

“Drinking your sorrows away? Or are you in the same boat that I am?”

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hunterorhuntee:

Patrolling was honestly Kai’s favorite part of the day. After the work day was done, and things were settled at home, it gave them a reason to relax and unwind by kicking the ass of particularly nasty supernaturals who oversteped their boundaries here in New Paradiso. It wasn’t a glamorous job, nor was it necessarily a sanctioned one, but it gave them a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.

They slowed their steps when they heard someone else speaking, and turned their head slowly to fix their gaze on the person. “Uh… yeah…” They managed after a moment, brows furrowed. “Let me just…” They patted down their own pockets and after a moment produced a lighter, offering it out. “Lost yours, I take it?”

Sydney took the lighter gratefully, some of the tension easing out of his shoulders at the sight of it. While going an afternoon without a cigarette wouldn’t kill him, not many things would, it was annoying. He bent his head and sparked the lighter, catching the end of it. It was very hard not to sigh in relief, but Sydney wasn’t up for making himself look that desperate. “Forgot it, left it sitting on my desk. I’m a bit too lazy to consider going all the way home just for a smoke, I’d rather suffer. But seems I’m in luck today” He offered the lighter back to them.