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William T. Spears ([personal profile] death_glare) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore 2017-11-07 05:25 pm (UTC)

wild moon

[ Disoriented was an understatement for the way William had felt when he awoke weeks after he remembered heading to bed for the night. He hardly believed the date that his phone told him when he first looked at it. But that, along with the tens of panicked messages Grell had apparently left him while he slept was enough to solidify it into reality, for him.

He had patted around the nightstand for his glasses, astounded by how tired he felt after having rested for so long. But there was a reason he'd woken up again, and a reason he wasn't now, rolling over to just get a few more hours in. That reason shone a deep red hue across the walls of his bedroom - the harvest moon. Perhaps it was the century they'd spent as coworkers, but William immediately knew that nothing good was to come of this night, as far as Grell was concerned.

Once out of his empty temple, William was quick to locate where the Far Shore's activities had been arranged. And even quicker was his ability to locate the redhead. He'd honed that skill rather quickly. Though, without his scythe, William's only option to intersect any attacks upon her chosen victim are gone, so he's relented to simply call out her name, in his usual stern tone. ]


Sutcliffe!

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