forum You and the Reaper (ROMANCE O/O) CLOSED SORRY BUT PLEASE STALK!

Started July 09, 2019 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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He chuckled softly, and took her hand, standing. "Alright."

Pulling him up, apparently, she was stronger than she thought because he came up pretty fast.
Looking up at him, only slightly thanks to how tall she was, they were alot closer than she expected them to be.

He looked down at her for a long moment, then blinked, stepping back. "Ah, oops, sorry." He said, looking away for a moment. What am I doing…?

"ah, don't be sorry, it was fine."
She said, then suddenly realizing what she said,
"I mean-"
She let go of his hand, pulling up the hood, her face was a little red, but why?
this is the grimm reaper here, I'm not about to- whatever

He chuckled softly. "Alright. Didn't you want to head back to your house?" He said, gesturing in the direction they would need to walk.

"Oh… Yeah, the house. Let's go"
She says, smiling at him.
What was that weird feeling? Again? This was the grimm reaper, she was this mere… Human.
no way

He smiled back slightly, and started walking back towards the house. He was quiet as he walked, thinking. What am I doing? He thought to himself. She's a human, and I'm…what am I even thinking??

Arriving at the house, it looked like a house from the lord of the rings. She was no hobbit, but by her house, you would guess.
"Home sweet home!"
She sighs to herself as she walks it, leaving the door open for Troy.

Troy followed her in after a moment. A spirit appeared, and he held a small conversation with them, then placed his hand on their forehead. "Peace." He said softly, and the spirit vanished.

Sitting down on the couch in the corner, her eyes darted towards him.
"It's sad yea know…."
She says as she grabs a bottle of tequila yet again.

He closed the door and looked at her. "What is? Your drinking habits?" He asked dryly, sitting down.

"I wasn't meaning that! I'm meaning it's sad that you cant get drunk… It would be been interesting to see"
She says taking a drink straight out of the bottle.
"About half a bottle a night. But when I'm having a rough day, about 2 bottles."
She says bobbing her head in a weird yet somehow cute way.

He shook his head. "You're going to kill yourself with that alcohol intake." He muttered. "I've seen it, time and time again."

"Good"
She said to him leaning her head back on the back of the couch.

He shook his head. "What afterlife do you believe in, then, that you're so desperate to get to?"

"Heaven…. I heard you could be happy up there… And i want that."
She said smiling a little. She looked so innocent, not deserving all she went through.

she just wanted to be happy

Troy gave a small smile. He shrugged slightly. "Heaven gets boring, after a while." He said. "I mean, it's great and all, but…perfection gets boring."

"Well, the fact that I'm gonna be there won't make it that way!"
She leaning forward, smiling brightly at him. She was fine with the fact that she wasn't perfect, she was fine with knowing the fact that nobody loved her.

He laughed. "That's…not quite how it works, but if you say so."

"Hey, what I say goes! Just like how you're sweet. I said it, so it's true"
She crossed her arms after setting the bottle down. She accidentally drank it all. And getting a little headache.

Troy snorted softly. "Right. I'm not the magic superpower one here or anything." He said dryly.

"You sure act like the grimm reaper… Death"
She says laying down on the couch instead of her bed, which she didn't mean to.
"I have a challenge for you okay?"
She says pointing at him, with her cheeks smushed together by the couch, she looked a little funny.

He raised his eyebrows, suppressing a soft laugh. "Oh? And what would that challenge be?"

"Be more fun…. Still, be the calm you but just be more fun, okay? Make things more interesting."
She says sitting up again, picking up the bottle and walking to the fridge, setting it down in the fridge, even though it was empty, she was exhausted mentally and physically, and with a dash of drunkness.

"How?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know what you mean? I've been…well, i guess I haven't been fun. But I don't know how to?"

Walking up to him ruffling his hair and smiling,
"Well, be unpredictable!"
She says suddenly resting her head on his chest.

(He's standing up right?)

He stared down at her, blinking. "Uhm…"

(Yes)

Suddenly turning around, she flopped down on the couch,
"Hey! Sleep on the bed, it's comfier than it looks and you deserve a good nights sleep. And i better see progress tomorrow okay?!"
She said, laying on the couch staring at the ceiling wide-eyed.

He sighed softly, staring at her. "I think I like you better sober." He muttered, sitting on the bed. "I don't sleep, remember?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Liar, you slept earlier, you even admitted it, and you better like me in all of my stages, cause you're stuck with me."
She says then slowly drifting off to sleep. All if her weapons were still on her, one or two was bound to stab her, but she honestly did not care.