Cynthia
A girl is sitting on a London rooftop sometime around the year 1888. She is a rather strange sight for this time.
She wears a loose coat over close-fitting pants and a loose blouse. Not the dress of a noblewoman, not quite the suit of a nobleman either, nor the plain clothes of a peasant. She wears purple rimmed glasses and her eyes are a brilliant green. She's a little taller than your average person, in fact, she is far from average on all accounts, as I'm sure you've guessed. In fact, she isn't even human, or alive for that matter. This girl is Cynthia De La Luna, Cynthia of the moon, Angel of Death, a member of the Shinigami Dispatch Squad and a freaking grim reaper. And she is waiting for one of her colleagues.
Cynthia sits there with her feet hanging over the edge of the rooftop, her back resting against a chimney. Her long black and purple hair blowing in front of her in the wind. The tails of her coat hang from the edge of the roof next to her feet. She leans her head back and closes her eyes.
Grell is almost always late so it's safe to say Cynthia has some time before her partner gets here.
She starts humming something under her breath, a song she hasn't been able to get out of her head since she first heard it, a song that came to her nearly ten years ago. When she looked into the future of a certain boy.
A boy that will play quite a large role in her story.
I shan't disclose any more just yet, but trust me, this is going to be one Hell of a ride 😉
{Phoenix, League Of Legends}
{wow, first chapter on here done, ill try to upload every few weeks, im sorry if i am not as consistent as i want to be, but bare with me everyone :)}
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