An Unlikely Visit {Closed}
vita-ex-mortuis:
“There, there…” The mortician lightly ran the brush over his most recent guest’s lips, adding a light shade of pink to the otherwise pale face. “How lovely!~” He exclaimed, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. He was tempted to grab a mirror to allow his guest to look for herself. Instead, he pivoted on his heel and went to look for a flower to put in her hair.
He was deciding between two flowers in one of the back rooms when he heard the ring of the bell. Surprise took the smile from his lips for a moment. However, it quickly returned when he realized he had another guest. A living guest at that. Taking both of the flowers with him, the Undertaker wandered back to the front room where his two guests waited for him.
Ｗhy she hadn’t though of this sooner, the woman wasn’t entirely sure. He was a wealth of information ripe for the picking– although she was not disillusioned. Actually getting that information would not prove easy.
Ｒeturning the shop held a bit of nostalgia– but those times were better left unsaid. Nothing about the ‘Ripper’ story arc boded well for her. She turned her attention to the task at hand. Yet didn’t call out for the reaper– she could smell him well enough.
Ｉnstead she waited, her weight eased up against one of the larger coffins and scarlet eyes gleaming softly in the dark environment. Her attention would turn from studying the odd trinkets on his selves to the old reaper himself. The red of her gaze lulling under heavy lashes as a cherry painted smile curled on the edge of her lips.
"Ｇood afternoon, Undertaker.“ Her voice drawled out in a silk tone reminiscent of her mortality and yet so much more enthralling.
