#wickedandtrue

One click of her heels after the next. She had witnessed the exchanges. How this big, bad Dragon was. Creative in the way he displays bodies. Efficient. But not enough. Her reapers sent out to collect their dues but this time. She watched from a distance. Almost a test of some sorts to make sure they were up to the task. And this one would be nasty. Personal. Humans were always something interesting. 

The blood that stained the concrete beneath this woman. It was something beautiful. A cruel way to die. The reaper moves in but Death takes a step forward. “I think I’ll handle this one.” He bows and walks away disappearing into the mist. Death leans over the woman. “You’re still breathing. Tell me something human.” 

There was a certain smile that always rose to his face when Stefani entered the room. Call it infatuation, the tabloids certainly did. But, it was always so much more than that. Working so close with her on the set of Phantom of the Opera brought them closer, made them good friends. It was something Elijah cherished, a genuine friendship he made on his own, and one he found comfort in. Stefani, along with Corvus himself, were perhaps the first people to really see him for who he really was.

Even though, deep down, he did wish it were something more, the last thing he wanted to do was make things awkward and lose one of the few friends he had made.

Shen: I think our little sparrow looks adorable ☺️

Zed: ....she’s the devils spawn.

Shen: No, that would be you little brother.

Zed: ....I hate you.