once upon a dream

[folklore]

 ALADDIN
 BEAUTY & THE BEAST
 HERCULES
 LADY & THE TRAMP
 THE LITTLE MERMAID
 NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
 TANGLED

DISNEY AUPALOOZA 

aka sisi and snow have no lives and too many sports.

Comments

seriously fucking timelines rn

[flyball]

[ There are a decent number of people in the world who unwind after work with a nice drink, letting the stresses of the day melt away from their couches or out in bars. Admittedly, most people don't tend to reap sold souls, but Ryousuke has never had much interest in being what the world concerned normal. Even before he signed off his own soul to a greasy devil who practically said his brother wasn't strong enough to survive, to fight, not in a world that wasn't made for him. Between being angry on Haruichi's half, reminded of their childhood where they were constantly underestimated, and overwhelmed with grief... well, it hadn't been hard.

At least he was smarter than the demon, in the end. He's not particularly thrilled about being stuck on the leash that he is, essentially hell's attack dog in lieu of the sulfurous hellhounds they send out for more difficult cases, but Haruichi is alive. Rather than burying him next to their parents, he gets to see him every day, gets to watch him grow into himself further and slowly rise from the shadow that he's been trailing along in for years now.

Every now and then, he winds up dealing with a longer day than usual. He's usually sent out after people who break contracts or whose times are up, but there are the occasional souls that he collects outside of these situations. It's just natural, part of him being what he's become, so he doesn't really question it that much. Instead, he just does his job and gets them going where they need to go. So after chasing down someone that tried to skip out on their side of the bargain, he'd been intending to head to a dive bar to get a few drinks and people watch before heading home. But he'd been attracted to the sensation of death, the sound of tires screeching on the road and a body hitting the earth. In the end, said body had miraculously not been broken into pieces, and Ryousuke is admittedly impressed as he leans his weight on his baseball bat, gold and orange light stretching out across the stretch of road as he peers down at the biker. He's realized, in his immortality, that humans are both strangely resilient but paradoxically fragile.

It must be fate or something, that this particularly resilient human comes into the bar not long after him. He thinks there's some grass and twigs in his hair, but he can't be sure from where he sits. But he isn't subtle about the fact that he's watching him, cheek propped on his fist as he smiles lazy and easy, his other hand curled around his beer.

Ryousuke knows, too, that he doesn't look like he remotely belongs in this place. There are bikers everywhere, a handful of stupid fratboys that skulked in thinking they were tough, and while he doesn't dress as nice as Haruichi does when he's free to dress how he pleases, it's enough to make him stand out with a sore thumb (if you somehow miss his hair color). ]