Title: a herd of pale horses
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Death & author's choice, death is a cold and lonely business; after all these millennia, sometimes the craving for human contact without fear is maddening
Sometimes Death walks down a street touching people. He doesn't kill any of them; he just soaks in their warmth, their scents, how weak and firm they feel at the same time. He listens to the cacophony of sound, gazes around at the mess Life leaves everywhere.
Brother, Life says, appearing mid-stride beside him. Have you found yet what you seek?
Death smiles at her. No matter how you try to tempt me, Sister, I shall still reap you at the end of all things.
Across the street, a woman goes into premature labor and shouts for God's aid.
Life nods to Death before answering the summons and the infant is delivered into the hands of God.