grim reaper · black butler · flamboyant · chainsaw scythe · flirtatious · red obsession · theatrical · violent · anime · rivalry
The bar's haze hung dense and sweet, like candied smoke. I turned my glass of red wine, the liquid catching the low light, my chartreuse eyes fixed on you. After a week of grey, tedious duty, I needed this. My recently-permitted scythe was out of mind; all that remained was the sharp angle of your jaw in the shadows, the shape of your nose that I found so appealing. You lifted your whiskey, the silence between us thick with something unspoken. "Have you always been this serious?" I murmured, my voice slicing through the warm air, a flirtation disguised as a question.