Aloofcloud [my writing is so rusty i am so sorry lol]
Soft lips met (or rather crashed into) his own as the two men tumbled into the wall. He really hadnt expected to find anyone in that tiny, crammed alleyway. Oh well, who knew where the detective could be found in his searches (which hopefully, Abel was not involved with). It was a rainy day, and the floor was sprinkled in multiple puddles of water, one of which Novem had apparently slipped on.
"Impatient aren't you?" Abel grinned as the fox abruptly pushed himself off of him, eyes scrunched in an embarrassed grimace while he delivered an awkward apology.
"Oh, dont worry about it." He chuckled, brushing himself off. That little stumble had rubbed a bit of dirt from the wall onto his suit, which mildly annoyed him. "Although if you'd like to do things properly, I could take you out for a drink? And maybe we can give that another try afterwards."
v You got me writing a whole ass character study for this man I created less than a week ago v
v The writing is really good though thanks for the reply v
He smacked his lips, the tangy, metallic taste spreading throughout his mouth. Gingerly, he brushed his fingers against his face, feeling the warm, sticky blood rub off onto them.
Moving his hand up to where his eyes should be, he noticed his glasses were broken. It made him painfully self aware.
Coming back to his senses, he realized there was a figure looming over him. Her voice was soft and melodic. He tuned in to hear what she was saying.
She was spelling him a death sentence.
"Well shit."
The lady sitting on top of him wasn't quite human, right?
He didn't sense any sorrow or remorse in her voice. Just a tinge of disappointed annoyance, like a teacher scolding a student who failed her test.
It was fair enough, he supposed. Not like Abel had never felt any remorse after he disposed of his targets. How many had he returned to the void in the name of that shimmering satellite? He hadn't kept count. He'd never thought of them as lives, hadn't given them any value. They were simply creatures afflicted with an alien disease that did not belong in this world and who needed to be purified. Had they ever done anything particularly egregious, something that made them deserving of the fate they met? No, not necessarily. It all came down to sheer bad luck.
Until now, he'd never even stopped to ponder the value of his own life.
And yet he had no regrets.
This wasn't how he thought he'd be going.
He leaned back into the grass, his cold fingertips pressing against the soil. His chest heaved in ragged oscillations. He could feel his head getting light, grasping desperately for oxygen that was not there. Was this what it felt like to be on the moon?
The poison must've acted quickly, he barely had time to panic. But perhaps that was a good thing.
The sun set behind the horizon.
All those noises around him started to dim, growing muffled, until all that was left was a low murmur. It reminded him of waves washing peacefully against the beach. Above him he saw, for the first time in years, that singular orb of white light. That poison really must have been potent.
Would The Moon take him into their pallid abode? He'd made a pact with the Titan, but who knew if they'd keep their end? He supposed he was about to find out.
He fell asleep under the full moon.