Original Fiction: Death's Paramour

[meridian_rose]

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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Comments

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

Oh! I just adored this! I really love Personified Death and you've done a great job making this Death both "human" but also the unknowable! You took a surprising path out of classic romance and into deeply thoughtful, your narrator takes control there at the end and it's really a startling and strong intimacy.

Well done!

[meridian_rose]

Thank you :) The prompt spoke to me and I wanted to write something for it.
I'm glad I posted it to DW/LJ too because my "professional" sites seem to be getting nowhere fast despite my best efforts at promotion and networking. At least I've managed one review here and one at DW, so I'm very appreciative that you took the time to comment :)