Yours Forever, Dreamcatcher
Rain poured down on the dark,quiet street. Black combat boots splashed through puddles, and nimble fingers gracefully tossed a black top hat into the air before swiftly reaaching it out to catch it again. Straitening the collar of his brown leather jacket, Dreamcatcher sighed. Marshall should have been there by now.
A voice behind him didn't even startle the the young-looking man. He turned, facing a man who appeared to be a few years his senior. But Dreamcatcher was much, much older. Too old, murmured a weary voice in the back of his mind.
"Hello, Catcher," said the man, tugging at the cuff of his sleeve. He looked Catcher over. "New look, I see."
Dreamcatcher rolled his eyes. "Looking human is the only way to get around up here," he said, accents mingling unharmoniously on his tongue. "I'll be back to looking like an over-stuffed pincushion soon." He tossed the hat a final time before snatching it back to set it on his feathery, white-blond hair, wet from the rain.
"Always liked you
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