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ysabetwordsmith's prompt: What is Christmas like in the Afterlife? Do the spirits or angels observe it, or does it only affect people like Death who still traffic closely with the mortal world?
Richard looked at Samael. It wasn't unusual for the angel to do things Richard didn't quite expect him to do, but this one was... Well, the tree would have filled his original living room entirely, so the room had grown. A fireplace was one of the several new additions, with stockings for him, Samael and Caitlyn attached to the mantelpiece. For a few seconds all Richard could do was stare at Samael, who was singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer as loud as he could and wrapping another piece of tinsel around the already smothered tree.
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Collection Spotlight
Nov. 1st, 2011 08:46 amThis month the spotlight is on the Afterlife collection.
What do you want to know? Ask me questions about the characters, the places, the history of the collection or anything else you can think of. You can even ask the characters questions. All answers will be posted under the collection spotlight tag and linked to under your question, because I don't want the post to get too cluttered or for too many spoilers to be posted here.
What stories would you like to see written? Want to see more of Charis? Interested in Uriel? Then tell me here.
What do you want to know? Ask me questions about the characters, the places, the history of the collection or anything else you can think of. You can even ask the characters questions. All answers will be posted under the collection spotlight tag and linked to under your question, because I don't want the post to get too cluttered or for too many spoilers to be posted here.
What stories would you like to see written? Want to see more of Charis? Interested in Uriel? Then tell me here.
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meeks's picture prompt.
It was the day before Halloween on Earth, and Richard was spending some time in his favourite house. As with all his houses it had three rooms: the sitting room; the reading room; and the room he built because he thought it was stupid to call two rooms a house. He found that it would change depending on who was visiting. If Caitlyn was over then it would turn into a study for her, complete with filing cabinets connected to the 'afterlife filing system'. With the appearance of Samael, who had decided to make friends with Death for the first time in millenia, it would turn into a bedroom. That house was his favourite because of the view he had from all the windows.
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Written for ysabetwordsmith's prompt on 'Richard convincing an old soldier's soul to go to the afterlife'.
Richard stepped quietly into the room, knowing that his presence might scare the soul of the old soldier. He hated Fireworks Night but understood at the same time why it was important that the living remembered the past. It was seeing souls like the one he knew was hiding under the bed that made him angry. People didn't seem to care that there were those who had once been in situations that were filled with the same smells and noises because it was a war zone. Trying to rein in his anger he knelt down by the soldier's bed.
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Written for meeks's picture prompt.
It wasn't often that an angel walked through the afterlife, but when it did all the spirits knew that something important was happening. What they didn't know, and Caitlyn did, was that a lot of planning went into when the angel was going to visit. There would be several phone calls, which were referred to as 'Sacred Calling', files would be passed between the spirit guide and the angel, the route the angel was going to take through the afterlife was planned carefully, and then the angel would enter the afterlife.
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Written for ysabetwordsmith's title prompt 'Without Connection'.
The day that Charis moved on to her new life was the day that Richard found himself with no connections in the afterlife. For the first time since Charis had walked into his death and started teaching him to be Death he didn't have anyone. It was something he'd known was going to happen but that didn't change the loss he felt at suddenly not having anyone. Sighing, he walked along the beach, wondering if Charis had felt the same way when she'd first been given the power of Death. At least he'd had someone there to teach him. She hadn't had anyone.
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Based in the prompt 'becoming Death' from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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meeks.Richard walked into the room, looking carefully at each member of the spirit council. There were eight of them in total, four feminine and four masculine. Normally they only called someone in to talk to them if the council was going to give the spirit in question a job in the afterlife. His spirit guide had told him that he would be spending a long time in the afterlife so he had been expecting the coucil to call him in. No one spent a long time in the afterlife without a job. It was a part of the learning experience.
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Based on the prompt 'One of the hard things about adjusting to the afterlife, if you still have your most recent life's memories, is letting go. I'd like a story exploring that.' from ysabetwordsmith.
Nathan knew he needed to move on. Everyone else had, so it was just him clinging onto what had been and Aras, his spirit guide, had slowly been reducing the time he was permitted to spend watching the family he'd left behind. When he'd first died, he hated thinking that word but that was what he'd done and he needed to get used to it, he'd spent all his time watching his wife and children. He'd spent three Earth weeks continously watching them live their lives, including witnessing his own funeral. Then Aras had walked into his house and told him that he was wasting his afterlife. Nathan had laughed at him. Watching his family was the only thing he could imagine doing.
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Based on the prompt making friends with Death from ysabetwordsmith.
The beach was usually deserted. Caitlyn didn't know whether it was because it was always night there or if there was some other reason. In the short time she'd been dead, although she hated thinking of it as death because she still existed and to her death was the end of existence, she'd realised that very few people seemed to explore. They stuck to the towns, the places that seemed familiar because they were like the places they'd been when they were alive. She didn't because that didn't seem the right thing for her to do. It was like they couldn't let go of the life they'd had while she could.
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