a_note_unsaid (a_note_unsaid) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2015-02-21 17:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | azrael, death, svetlana artemyeva |
Who: Death, Azreal, and Svetlana
What: Tick tock
When: Some unspecified future date
Where: Azreal's home
Warnings: TBD?
Despite the constant flux of the world, Death stayed happily neutral. She didn't get attached, or angry, or upset. Some called her cold for it, but others called her cruel for making people suffer. Like it was her choice, her call to make. But she was the one thye blamed, because the alternative was too cruel. And perhaps, today, she would be called cruel again.
She didn't agree with what Azreal was doing, but she shrugged and moved on. Not her business, not her place.
Until now anyway.
She wouldn't do this for many others. The short list included him, her sisters, and perhaps a few of the other Death aspects. It was common and professional courtesy. She did hope he wouldn't run though. That he'd remember, that never worked. She would always come, and always do her job. Nothing could stop that, not even him. So she sighed as she watched his door before removing the sunglases she wore as habit. The oddly pale green eyes disconcerted some mortals.
He'd feel her, she was sure, but ever courteous, she raised her hands and knocked, while meanwhile small fragments of her collected those left to her charge around the city. Even for him, for the angel that bore the name of Death, she took no day off.