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CHARACTERS: Death (nonespared) & Famine (eatasam)
DATE/TIME: Saturday afternoon/evening
LOCATION: Death's abode
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Uh, Horsemen.
SUMMARY: Famine hates sentimentality, but it can't be helped.
A tornado inside of the elevator had been the first thing to greet Famine the moment it had chimed up to his floor. No one in their right mind would have stepped inside, and so the stairs had been taken two at a time, but even they were being assaulted by a thunderstorm. Was nothing free of weather? It'd even snowed on him in the shower, of all places.
By the time he reached his first safe and dry spot minutes later, he'd gone through all four seasons. Ignoring the water that dripped onto his cellphone's screen, the slight Horseman managed to text a quick 'Stopping by for a little bit, might need a towel' to his eldest sibling before the next element assaulted him.
Eventually he reached his sister's place wet and shivering and not happy, hair wind-tousled and fingertips frozen.
DATE/TIME: Saturday afternoon/evening
LOCATION: Death's abode
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Uh, Horsemen.
SUMMARY: Famine hates sentimentality, but it can't be helped.
A tornado inside of the elevator had been the first thing to greet Famine the moment it had chimed up to his floor. No one in their right mind would have stepped inside, and so the stairs had been taken two at a time, but even they were being assaulted by a thunderstorm. Was nothing free of weather? It'd even snowed on him in the shower, of all places.
By the time he reached his first safe and dry spot minutes later, he'd gone through all four seasons. Ignoring the water that dripped onto his cellphone's screen, the slight Horseman managed to text a quick 'Stopping by for a little bit, might need a towel' to his eldest sibling before the next element assaulted him.
Eventually he reached his sister's place wet and shivering and not happy, hair wind-tousled and fingertips frozen.