A/N: Hey Everyone! This is a short start i came up with on the fly for a Skuttlebug Fanfic! I promise it'll get longer and heaps more interesting as the story progresses, so stick with me kay? ;) Enjoy~!
The girl leaning lazily over the edge of the rooftop terrace blinked once, cocking her head to the side. She preferred to keep a low maintenance check on the world around her; nothing was ever of much interest. This though, definitely sparked a flame of curiosity inside of her.
He was tall and thin to the extreme, the brim of his hat pulled down low over his forehead, wild curls of fuzzy hair springing out from underneath it. He had a crimson red scarf pulled up too high, obscuring most of his face and a pair of large round sunglasses on, hiding any remaining skin from view.
He was talking to a girl, at least sixteen with long dark brown hair and dark eyes, her cheeks red from the cold and her black coat with bloody red sleeves pulled tight around her as she chatted to him. The man didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, very odd indeed. It had been turning out to be one of Ireland's coldest winters ever after all.
The girl inched forward, her hands dangling off the edge and her dead straight bangs brushing her eyelashes. She tried not to get preoccupied by her appearance, key word being tried, but sometimes she couldn't seem to help it. She looked good and she knew it, her hair hanging long and straight to her waist, as black as the night sky and her large eyes sparkling emerald green.
That sparkle hadn't been there for a long time, every day it had been the same for the last fifty years, nothing seemed worth the effort and she remained docile as her life dragged on.
A boy appeared, literally out of thin air, beside the girl and man standing down in the snow. His voice was loud and eager, he reminded her of a stupid but playful puppy, and she caught a section of their conversation. Upon hearing the words a small smile played on Raven Withers lips and like deer, she daintily stood on the edge and took a step off, sliding through the snow down the side of the roof and landing the short fall with grace.
All three heads snapped around at the new arrival and immediately a small flame burst to life in the dark haired girl's hand, her eyes glaring at the intruder. Raven lifted her hands, pretending to wave a white flag to prove her innocence.
"Don't hurt me, I'm just an innocent person." Raven's musical voice sung and she blinked unsullied eyes. The flame went out and the hand was lowered but the glare remained.
"What brings you to eavesdrop on our conversation then jump off a roof to greet us Miss Innocent Person?" The tall man spoke, his voice smooth. Before Raven could get a word in a gust of wind caught them all off guard and the man's hat flew off, the girl jumping and catching it before it could get too far away. Raven blinked once, rubbed her eyes, and then repeated the action.
No, she wasn't seeing things as she had initially thought. The tall man standing in front of her was without a doubt a skeleton, no flesh, no eyes and no nose. Only a starch white skull. Raven opened her mouth to say something, the three people watching her reaction carefully, well two since the third as she just realized lacked a set of eyes for seeing. Though, he could mostly likely see anyway, he was looking right at her.
"You my dear fellow", she began trying to maintain composure, "are a skeleton".
He nodded once and took his hat back from the girl, "Indeed I am". Raven inclined at her head, trying to take in the image from another angle, it wasn't really helping though.
"Well, it was about time I found you Mr. Pleasant, though seeing you 'in the flesh', do forgive my terrible choice of words, is a little daunting…"
He shrugged, "I suppose it would be. Now if you don't mind, shall we move to a warmer location, Valkyrie?" The girl, Valkyrie, nodded quickly, ducked her head into coat and stood close to the boy with unusual hair.
"Well then, shall we?" The skeleton detective said cheerfully and gestured towards the street with one car parked on it, a Bentley.