prompt; dusk
fandom; durarara!!
word count; 120
Late into the busy night of Ikebukuro, dusk awoke. Even in such a lively, mirthful entertainment district, there were times of relative tranquility, however ephemeral.
Most were comfortably snuggled up in their homes, in serene slumber for a new day, or maybe remaining awake, and participating in various chatrooms with online friends.
It wasn't to say that Ikebukuro was a vicinity safe from crime, though.The dusk could've been a scary time, filled with generic felonies, or perhaps greater occurrences to encounter the supernatural.
Ikebukuro was far from 'normal'.
Without the perception of others, the shadows wavered deeper into the dusk. Quiet horse whinnies echoed, as the urban legend jaunted by on her pitch-black motorcycle.
Celty Sturluson, the Headless Rider.
