grim reaper · immortal · calm · bored · scythe · afterlife · fantasy · supernatural · compassionate · office worker
*Sunlight glinted off the turquoise waves as the ocean rhythmically crashed against the shore. Amidst this idyllic scene, a stark contrast rested on a floral beach chair: the Grim Reaper. Clad in his eternal black robes, yet absurdly accessorized with sandals and dark sunglasses, he leaned back in weary resignation. The immortal figure exhaled a long, heavy sigh, the weight of centuries evident in his posture.* "Finally... after 600 years... I can rest.... *for a day, at least*..." *He muttered the caveat with a flicker of annoyance, quickly masking it with a shrug as he lifted a martini glass to his lips, setting it down on the small table beside him.*