NIGHT OF THE HUNTER // AGATHE

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Bastille. Moon. Agathe and Titan. Their names pressed red into the backs of his eyes, and he kept thinking he should have worked faster in the beginning, or that he should have found...other means of setting his cover aside, because the deaths deteriorated Gabriel and worsened Reaper's hunger. They were not as separated as they should be. It was too late to reverse the decay, but he could still finish the job, and then- then he could rest, escape this never-ending cyclical insatiability that simultaneously filled and emptied his belly. It gnawed at him, chewing the flesh from his bones and suckling the marrow. Control was a distant concept. Reaper held a frayed leash, an illusion of control that snapped so easily whenever a bit of blood sweetened the air. He hated it. He was a professional, he was calculating- he was not dominated by some bloodlust fueled frenzy.

But he was. And maybe she could stem the tide for a little longer. Maybe there was a temporary peace in her broken body.

He left Agathe a note, as he had Moon. Asked her to meet him at Lazarus' murder scene. Reaper did not believe she would have thought it authentic if Gabriel arranged a meeting in a less haunted location, because where Reaper was death, Gabriel was the trailing aftermath, the mourning. He was the specter drifting the land.

The massive lion shrouded himself, swallowing the saliva already flooding his mouth. In attempting to ignore the hunger, he fixated on it. Red on his claws, his teeth, sliding over his tongue so decadently. Savory sweet. Flesh in his belly.
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[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]The note had been labelled more or less as a nuisance by Agathe, the snow leopard hardly in favor of the idea of taking time out of her day to visit the site of a murder. There was nothing interesting about idle chitchat pertaining to strange deaths and if she was being honest, she would much rather be fighting the culprit him or herself than discussing what they should do about it. But her image was something that needed to be delicately maintained if she were to earn the respect of her people so she decided to entertain the Starstruck Guardian nonetheless, stealing away from quarters and into the cool air of the outside world without little to no acknowledgement of anything around her.

For some reason, Agathe had left her cloak in her room, her scarred form on full display as she prowled towards the designated meeting place. She hadn't expected to be the first to arrive and frowned contemplatively as she looked around, scenting the air for any lingering traces of what could be Gabe's scent. A part of her grew restless, not used to waiting for anybody much less one of her subordinates. If she had been back home, perhaps she might have ordered a minor punishment to teach him the importance of being on time. But such brutality would hardly be appreciated here and so the Seraph had no choice but to resign to being patient, that frown not once wavering. She'd give him a few more minutes and then leave if he decided not to show up. After all, she'd much rather be pacing the borders and dealing with newcomers.

(this is so bad bc i literally cannot focus i'm sorry!!)

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]//lmfao dont worry we're all suffering

This was easier, at least. Reaper did not have to worry that Gabriel's morality might leak into his consciousness, that their minds might overlap because the man cared. They were husks, the both of them, but that only eased the way for Reaper's work. The hunger he could do without, but he accepted that he stood at the precipice, staring into the abyss that reflected back in his eyes. All...fifteen pairs, more or less. Usually more. He sneered to himself, the mouths littered across his body parting, tongues lolling, covered in sheens of saliva. Every stare tracked the leopard, black as pitch and burning twice as hot. He could taste her pulse beneath her skin from here, several gazes going cross-eyed at how close he was to feeding.

"Are you so impatient to die?" The lion's voice was a croon as he melted into view, obsidian eyes bleeding into alizarin, glowing ever brighter. "I will not keep you waiting." Reaper disappeared in a flash of red, and reappeared in front of the leopard, [color=black]attempting to slam his head into hers, while also maneuvering to try and force her to the ground by sweeping a limb out at her front legs.
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