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meridian_rose) wrote2015-07-27 05:34 pm
meridian_rose) wrote2015-07-27 05:34 pm
Original Fiction: Death's Paramour
For the prompt Death falls in love with you
Death's Paramour
On the second day – our first date - he brought me flowers. Not dead blooms, not shrivelled black roses, but a bright bouquet. Cut flowers are dead or dying anyway, I suppose, and he told me that he harvested them himself with his scythe, as he harvests souls.
He looked so proud and yet so nervous, and I accepted the blooms with a smile.
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Death's Paramour
On the second day – our first date - he brought me flowers. Not dead blooms, not shrivelled black roses, but a bright bouquet. Cut flowers are dead or dying anyway, I suppose, and he told me that he harvested them himself with his scythe, as he harvests souls.
He looked so proud and yet so nervous, and I accepted the blooms with a smile.
Read more
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