The Sound of Her Wings
It's been months since they first met, on a long subway ride from the Fishing District to the downtown boroughs. He was tired, but every now and then, he felt her eyes trained on him, as if burning into his core. Not once did she speak to him, even as he passed her to get off the railcar at his stop. Yet, for the briefest of moments, they shared a gaze that spoke volumes. In that instant, he felt more alive than he had in ages, and when it past, he returned to the cold reality of his mundane life.
Every so often, he would see her on that rail line. He saw her on crowded streets, in stores, again, saying nothing, but only sharing furtive glances at one another, never once approaching the other until one day he cornered her in a near abandoned station, demanding to know who she was. She, on the other hand, replied only with a silent kiss that sparked the affair to come. Sometimes he would not see her for days or weeks on end, but every time they met, despite promises to himself that he had no energy for this, he would be drawn to her, and they would make assionate love in whatever alcove or empty dock or abandoned room they could find. He would ask questions of course, but she would make no reply but to abandon him until their next meeting.
That all changed one day, when she finally dropped the bomb on him - that she was not of his world. She was a raven, a messenger and servant of Death. He is her link to the mortal realm, and if he does not want to see an early grave, there is something he must do.
-Elements: Urban Fantasy
-Your Character: The mortal link. What is it that he must help the raven do? No clue! You'll have to help me out with this one. Also, I would kind of love you if you would be willing to play a somewhat older gent to my younger lady. Not required, of course.