Bullets and Pastries | Granger x Guinevere MLBB ☆COMPLETED☆

Bullet #40: Sempre Piu

Four days later...

'Yeah. Not desperate alright.' Granger sarcastically thought to himself as he marched on the cold foggy grounds of the Moniyan Cemetery, heading towards the last mausoleum in the east part. 

The waning moonlight scarcely illuminated this ancient graveyard, making the silhouettes of the dead trees appear like claws. If one didn't have keen eyesight, they would mistake the the angel statues on top of the gravestones as wandering ghosts. 

The place looked so creepy and abandoned, unlike in the west part where newer tombs were placed and lamps were installed. The tomb stones in this desolate graveyard were covered with dirt, moss and overgrown weeds and the mausoleums that used to look white and pristine, now seemed to be haunting and dilapidated; the place was akin to a horror movie set!

The sound of dried twigs loudly snapping at each step  and the cawing of the crows echoed as the wind brought chills to anyone who happen to pass by. 

'A group of crows is called Murder...' Granger smirked at his idle thoughts.

Despite all that, Granger being Granger, the young demon hunter was walking as if the place was a park-- no more like a runway: bitch face on, his pace languid, both of his hands were lazily inside his pocket, his posture relaxed yet his whole aura exudes haughtiness. 

But his senses, most especially his crimson eyes, radiates alertness. It was a demon hunter tactic to appear as an easy prey, but was inwardly guarded and vigilant. All of that so they could easily turn the tables around; the predator becomes the hunted. It was the reverse psychology taught to the demon hunters from the Monastery of Light.

His feet stopped in front of the location stated on the letter, the last mausoleum on the east graveyard. He checked his phone for the time. 11:55 pm. He was early for five minutes. The last letter he got specifically told him to enter at 12 midnight, and so he waited for the door to open.

'Ahh...the things I do for love...' He heaved a sigh but a pained smile rested on his masked face.

 He recalled the wretched day he almost lost his everything named Guinevere Baroque, the girl who owns his heart, and the girl who outright rejected him after accidentally hearing his confession.
 

~x~

Flashback at Estes' Clinic...

"Oh Granger, you're here earlier than usual. And alone at that. Hmm...lemme guess, you and Miss Baroque had a lover's quarrel, huh?" 

That was the first thing that the elven king said once he saw Granger sitting lazily at one of the solo couch in front of his office desk.

"We're not lover's...yet..."

"Ooh! Stop denying!" Estes' eyebrows wiggled like an excited earthworm.

"Shut up, Estesterone." Granger scoffed and ignored the elven healer's teasing eyes by looking at his phone's lockscreen.

It was the photo of Guinevere and him which they took in front of the library's mirrored wall, and it staring at it brought him a peace of mind. He then unlocked his phone to reread Guinevere's last text message which was her asking what kind of donut should she buy.

"Cute..."

"I know....! Goddammit, Estes! Don't go snooping around like that! Fuckin' creep..." 

Granger almost toppled over from protecting his phone away from the older man. Estes had sneaked up behind him and caught sight of the two's exchange of messages.