Georgia, September 10th-
He spotted her from across the street from the café he sat in, while happily munching on a blueberry muffin and drinking some warm spiced apple cider.
It must have either been because of her clothing or the color of her hair, He decided as he absently watched the human and licked his lips in a peculiarly hungry manner that had absolutely nothing to do with his food. She was wearing black from head to toe and looking delicious, he might add.
Mouth wateringly so. Even more so than the blueberry muffin he'd been dying to get his hands on barely an hour ago. Glancing down at said muffin, his lip curled slightly at the corner in a silent expression of disdain as his stomach clenched in a peculiar way. Well. I don't want this anymore. He thought as he practically tossed the muffin over one of his broad shoulders and collected his spiced cider and stood up.
Not even bothering to slouch since something in him was telling him that he needed to look and act as much like himself as 'humanly' possible for when he met the young gem that's sparkle had drawn his ancient attentions. Walking out of the café that he frequented in the early mornings before going home or heading into work (depending on what his schedule was for that day of course).
However since he had just gotten off his shift at the morgue...he was totally free for the rest of the day to do whatever he wished. And right now what he wished- He thought as he crossed the street to get into a nice position on the other side of the road so that he could meet her.
She was bent over at the waist outside of a nice shop, her wide violet eyes glued to the little glass figurine in the window of the flowers and hummingbird, giving him a nice chance to sidle up to her and get a much, much, much closer look at her.
He couldn't really see her face reflected in the glass- not with the large white letters sprawled across it getting in the way of his vision. But he could see her lovely little peepers. She had a most unusual color for a human. He thought as he took a sip of his cider and subtly checked the rest of her out.
Despite her loose black sweater dress top, he could tell that she would have an exquisitely delicately formed body. Petite and slender in al the right places while her clothing was used in part to hide the slightly lusher than normal mounds on her chest.
Making him absently think as he took another drink of cider that his girl must be- or at one time must have been a mother. She had wide hips indicating that she had gone through childbirth at some point. Though he didn't see nor sense any small children near her, sharing her spirit.
So perhaps she had given her offspring up for adoption. It was either that or it had been stillborn.
Which was a somewhat depressing thought to him, but only somewhat.
After all some things were just not meant to be no matter how much a human may try to will it so. And as much as it may sadden him to even think of such a pretty little gem going through so much to get her child to live only to suffer hours upon hours of agony to have it die- He almost reached out a placed a comforting hand on one of her slender shoulders so that he could give it a slight squeeze which in no way had anything to do with the fact that his palm was itching and he suddenly felt the urge to touch her bare skin.
Nope. Nuh-uh. No way sir.
He saw her straighten her spine so that she was standing up to her full height next to him, and caught her face reflected in the glass where this time there was no writing, next to his own reflection and felt his eyes go wide.
Oh. Oh! Well. This certainly was a surprise, He thought as he took in her appearance. He knew that he had dubbed her 'pretty' and 'gem' in his mind but he never in a hundred years would have imagined how right he was. She looked like a little fairy or something!
Minus the annoying glittery wings.
She had a heart shaped face, porcelain white skin, long, silky and touchably soft looking black hair that was tied back in a loose braid with a purple hair clip with those tacky looking extensions attached to them. Apparently, like him, she found that dying her hair a particular color was more trouble than it was worth.
Why the last time he'd dyed his hair- it had supposed to be blue and turned out a gross sea foam greenish blue color that had had him cutting off every strand of his once lovely knee length silver locks.
Of course that had been a good ten or so years ago before he'd moved to Georgia since he had certain issues that couldn't be faced as a reaper.
One of which being that he lived for a very, very, very, very long time and still had many years ahead of him apparently. And maybe that was the problem, he was a retired reaper with far too much time on his hands and while he didn't exactly have an aversion to certain...things.
One of which was taking on human lovers every so often or so.
He had yet to find the one person who would catch his attention so wholly that he would feel the need to be with them at all times. Be affectionate with them at all times- and dear god she was bending over at the waist again, and he found himself tilting his head and body ever so slightly. His eyes tracking her every movement until-
He fell on the side walk behind her with a startled yelp as his hand crushed his cup of cider. Spattering her pants and shoes with it and causing her to jerk and move so that her back was up against the store window, staring down at him with those beautiful wide violet eyes of hers.
He could feel a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he stared back. And for the first time in his ancient life of dealing with humans, felt at a loss.