#hemlockia

Wake up, get a letter, deliver a letter, go home, drink, and sleep to do it all over the next day. Jinki liked his job…not really but it was all he knew. He liked his job because it was one of the only ways he was even allowed up on earth and out of the underworld. He enjoyed being on earth with the humans, they were such funny creatures. Setting aside the grieving and crying over their loved ones because of him thing, just part of the job.

Jinki had just gotten a call for a letter which he was excited about because the earth bar was calling his name, it had been a long week for him. Humming to himself he walked the dark empty streets. It was pretty late but the shigofumi was always on call for letters, the less time he could spend in the dark realms the better.

He was pulled out of these thoughts when he thought he heard sniffling? He stopped walking for a second and looked around him, the streets were pretty barren but the people he did see none were crying. He heard it again, trying to zone in on the sound. Jinki felt like a hound dog trying to find Timmy that fell down a well. When he heard it for a third time he walked closer to where it was coming from. “Hello” Turning the corner of the street he was met with a small child alone. A kid alone in the dark realm at night is not good. He was instantly concerned for the other, his browed furrowed together with a frown he could only wonder what happened. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He said in a soft voice not to scare the child, he bent down on one knee to be at eye level with the kid but an arm's length away because he was a stranger to it.

Flights at night were usually calming and quiet. Everyone was asleep, the world was silent and she didn’t have to worry about bothersome eyes upon her wings and however else she chose to appear. 

Landing on the ground by the clock tower, said wings had just furled into her back when she realized she wasn’t alone. 

A flash of blonde hair flooded her view as hands gripped her arms and she was being pushed into the side of the building. At first glance she thought he might be an angel she hadn’t realized enrolled, but the rest of his appearance didn’t match. It was an understatement to say fight or flight kicked in and as usual she chose the latter. 

With the ease of someone who had clearly done this before she had a knife pressed against the base of his throat as fiery brown eyes stared up at a face which was far too close for her liking. 

“You have three seconds to unhand me or I start cutting first and asking questions never.”

"I swear fuck tequila....smooth my ass it all taste the same, never try to outdrink an Irish android! He doesn't even get effected by alcohol!" The Shigofumi grumbled to himself stumbling into the bar far too early for anyone to be up. Or so he thought, His workers were already setting up for the upcoming night which only made the old man groan again. To do it all over again.

He slept the day away now walking into his establishment in his bathrobe and slippers holding a mug of steaming hot tea. The picture of a hangover. "Hey boss this came for you" His worker slid a box over to him. He glanced at it confused "A gift for me?" Setting down his mug he ripped open the box getting excited.

The dark purple puffy jacket was the first thing he saw, he smiled brightly pulling it out of the box "Oh this is beautiful!" The color was an almost perfect match to his wings. Pulling the tie of his robe he pulled it off quickly slipping on the jacket. A perfect fit. "How does it look?" He asks the bartender doing a little twirl in nothing but his boxers and jacket.

Going back to the box he took out the wax and pen, both extremely thoughtful gifts. Grabbing the box and leaving his tea behind he went back upstairs to his home to text the Demon.

[TEXT:LITTLE LOCKIE] You're too sweet, thank you for the gifts Hemlock! I love it all!

[TEXT: LITTLE LOCKIE] You should help me with the feather wax lol I can't reach back there

There was hardly anything that escaped Shiloh when it came to his adored one ‒ months worth of sleepless nights spent searching and collecting any piece of information that could be found. Hundreds and thousands spent without a flinch just to discover what couldn’t be disclosed, to have it all. Yet in all this mess, there was still something he couldn’t quite acquire, the very object of his obsession. Destined to remain in the shadows, Shiloh could only watch from afar, through any means possible, cursed not to cross that very last threshold. Comforting himself with scarce, forced interactions during fan meetings and calls, with lingering behind closed windows, in the dark, observing as the tips of his fingers trembled with the urge to touch, to claim. 

Like on many other occasions, the male found himself on the other’s balcony, freezing in the cold winter night as he waited through the long hours for him to come, so he could catch a glimpse of him, to see him in that privacy that wasn’t meant for eyes like his to witness. Little did Shiloh know that he was in for a surprise, one that would leave a bitter taste in his mouth as hatred, anger and jealousy built up on the tip of his tongue. To see the one he so desperately longed for step inside with another felt like a knife pierced right through his heart. A betrayal he that would break him into pieces. In utter shock, Shiloh stood still, frozen in place, blood boiling inside his veins as the pair went about their affair. 

At first he watched, petrified, taking in every touch exchanged, in a masochistic way as he could feel his heart bleed inside his chest, occasionally skipping beats from the pain, forgetting to breathe in even until his lungs desperately cried for oxygen. But then, he snapped. Something broke inside of him, and he lost it. Without taking the moment to snap out of that madness and reflect upon his intentions, Shiloh began hitting his fist against the window, thuds probably echoing loud enough in the room for those inside to hear. Enraged and bewildered, he went on, hit after hit, switching between his fist and his elbow, ignoring all physical pain, or any thoughts about consequences. 

𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

i know you know me too i know you love me too i know you need me too