Okay, this one I know how I got. I blame English, as we had to draw an image of death, or at least what we thought of when we thought of death. All before we read Emily Dickinson. This came from mine.
A figure sat there, watching those below. He sat on the cliff, looking out, hands curled around his scythe. A lone bird, a raven was his only companion, resting on his head. A cold stone, long forgotten, inscriptions fading, stood by the dying tree behind him. The night was silent, nothing moved, nothing breathed, the world as bleak as the figure's cloak.
A light shown behind him, a glowing white light growing as it descended from the moon. White wings, purer than the purest snow, unfolded from the light, and the rest formed into a white glad maiden. She gazed at the black figure at the edge of the cliff, eyes filled with sadness and sympathy for him.
"What does the council want now?" the figure spoke, loneliness wrapping his voice and stabbing the maiden's heart.
"They have assigned a new member to our platoon, and demand that you be there," the maiden stated, worry slipping into her voice. She had seen the figure like this before, and knew she probably would again, but it did not help. His sadness was one she could not understand, one he did not let anyone touch. He fought a fight, accepting none of the willing allies to help. Hopefully, things will change, soon. Maybe the new member will bring a smile back to his face.
The hooded figure sighed and stood, stirring the bird to make it take it's place at his shoulder. He turned to face the maiden, the only thing visible under the cloak was the blue eyes. The glowed in any light, or lack of, yet their color was so bleak, the light long gone from them. Another stab was taken at the maiden's heart, and she steeled herself, pushing the urge to pull the figure into a hug.
"Very well. I'll go and greet this new member. Hopefully, he isn't as annoying as the last two," he stated, thinking of the werewolf and vampire that had been the two newest installments to the platoon. They never stopped arguing, always bickering and trying to get under the other's skin. Couldn't they see they were part of a team and their actions could be harmful to the mission?
The figure glided past the maiden, the air freezing around him. The maiden suppressed a shiver as he passed, not wanting to make him show that pained expression again. He continued away from where he was, down the hill. He paused and turned back the maiden. "You coming, Ran?"
"Yes, Shinichi," the maiden answered, following him away from the lonely place, leaving the stone and tree with their silent memories.
Yeah, it's a short one. Oh well. This comes from a story I'm thinking about, with everyone working at a supernatural investigation team, all trying to take down a super huge crime syndicate. If you guys want that, tell me, cause I would like to now.
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guest- Darn, that is hard, as I do have some trouble seeing them as a couple. I'll try, but idk how it'll turn out, most likely, it'd turn out bad. Thanks for the suggestion though!