#silver!undertaker

London was a big place, however Marie was sure that she had found the right shop this time. Looking at the big sign with ‘Undertaker’ written on it she looked around warily. It had been a little while since the blonde had seen the other shinigami at the library, and she wanted to check in with him.

Her hand hovered over the door knob, uncertainty gripping the blonde. Questions started to swirl in her mind as she finally grabbed the knob, yet she tried to push them away. The first mortician she visited had given her this address after describing her old mentor; this had to be the place.

Twisting the knob she let herself in, the dim light a contrast to the harsh sunlight of the outside. Marie had to blink a few times to even make out what was around her as she closed the door out of habit.

Green eyes looked over the rooftops as #784392 waited, sitting on the roof with her death scythe in her lap. It was a calm night, the sky was clear and the moon was full. It was the perfect weather for #784392 after being in her cubical at the Dispatch Management Division for almost a week.

She hadn’t been on a mission for the Collection Division yet, and was getting a little anxious. Her mentor still hadn’t shown up and she was wondering what was taking so long. As long as they could get their job done it time however, the blonde didn’t care so much as long as they showed up.

Removing her glasses, still not used to wearing them, #784392 looked down at her death scythe, a Viking Battle Axe with amazing detail. Wooden vines looped around the the base, creating a makeshift grip; runes ran along the blade and part of the wood, a translated prayer. As she was tracing one of the runes the sound of something beside her drew #784392′s attention.

Squinting at the blurred outline of a person in black, too far out of her admittedly small field of sight, #784392 retrieved her glasses and slipped them on. With the gift of sight restored, #784392 forced a smile as she got up, realizing just how short she was compared to the other.

A soft knock on Undertaker’s shop door before Marie entered. She had brought food this time, wanting to decompress with a familiar face. As the door drifted shut the smell of meat and apple would start to fill the air as Marie began to slowly walk, blinking to try and adjust to the low light.

Marie was looking over the rows of books in front of her, trying to find the proper spot for the copy of Pride and Prejudice she held. Finally noticing the spot, but before she could raise her arms to put the book away, the shinigami felt a weight on her shoulders.

This wasn’t the first time Marie had dealt with someone leaning on her to trap her, and she was certain that they would try and hit on her too... Again. Just another creep trying to hit on those they thought weak most likely.

Moving the book to her left hand, she aimed a blow with her right hand to where a normal person’s face would rest, if they were trying to hit on her. At the feel of air and fabric, the blonde frowned. That didn’t seem right. Now she looked over her shoulder. Upon seeing a familiar face, even covered by so much hair, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

A nod of understanding as #784392 accepted the sotoba, taking in #136649′s words. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly, eyes straining as they tried to fill in the blurred details of her mentor mere feet away. The feel of the sotoba was something she was quickly getting used to, so that may help her to not get it taken so soon.

Don’t just rely on your eyes. Those words were what the younger chose to focus on. Determination filled the shinigami, watching how #136649 moved into his neutral stance again. Brows knitting together briefly as she looked for a good opening; it was no use, her eyes still weren’t adjusted to sight without aid.

KID GORGEOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

A tilt of her head as Marie considered Undertaker’s words. It seemed an interesting idea for chaos; and quite possible as the elder would know where to get the necessary things in such a short time.

Looking over the other guests, a small smile appeared as the blonde turned to look back to the mortician with a nod of approval. It would spice up the night and be a talking point for a while.

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

Why had Marie come here again? Maybe it was just becoming habit to visit the other; not that she would complain, he was good enough company. Deftly she accepted the beaker with a small bow of thanks.

Chartreuse eyes watched the tea a moment, her face giving away emotions as the blonde debated what to do. Music sounded good, but there was much weighing on her. She had been so dazed that everything just blurred together since leaving the library.

As Marie’s eyes drifted closed in lieu of blinking, she took another few seconds to think. This didn’t seem like something so simple that journaling would help, such a thing had been rendered useless for such a topic before. With a slight shake of her head, Marie opened her eyes again and looked up to Undertaker with an apologetic smile.

“Talk, sorry...” The young shinigami’s voice was soft and quiet as her gaze once more fell, hunching over slightly to make herself smaller under Undertaker’s watch. Adjusting her hold on the beaker, she shifted on the coffin before continuing.

“I-” A sigh as her right hand came to rest on her cheek, not wanting to grab at her left arm. “I’ve been dealing with memories of my death more than usual the last few weeks. It’s been plaguing my mind so much, I can’t sleep proper most nights.” Briefly she glanced up to Undertaker, a small frown tugging at her features as she once more looked to her drink.

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Shinigami: Snapdragon ( Graciousness )

Slowly did the young Shinigami approach #136649, a flower in hand. #784392′s head was lowered as she offered the snapdragon to her elder, trying to hide her face. While only knowing the other for a short time, she felt the flower suited the other shinigami. After a moment would she walk away wordlessly.

Deserter: Purple Hydrangea ( Desire to deeply understand someone )