MOURN .

GRIM REAPER BASED OC. / ABOUT. SIDEBLOG TO BLARMUSES  &  DASH ONLY.

[atelophiliac]

[cupiitus-a]

— 𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙾 𝚄𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃

❝ What is this power the DEAD have over the ones they leave behind ? It’s strange and beautiful and frightening, this deathless LOVE that human beings continue to feel for the ones they’ve lost. ❞

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[grimatos]

     how could one, someone as stern and as cold as death himself, manage to muster any kind of justification for the words he chose to spit ?  it was embarrassing, surely, how vulnerable he was appearing to the love-fueled spirit, especially considering how grim was quick to look down on the modern celebration of valentine’s day. perhaps it was a curtain to mask what loneliness and coldness plagued the darkness which was his undead heart ?  no matter what justification the reaper was attempting to conjure in his head, a thin hand came up against his mouth, as if he was shocked at his own confession. had his face any color, he would of been as red as the blood flowing within a healthy mortal, however his face merely darkened a darker grey that already adorned his cold skin.

          “     well---      i might have said something along those lines, yes--   “     grim found himself explaining, however, atypical from his usual demeanor of calculated words, stumbling over his explanation. this only triggered a hint of a humiliated grimace to perk across his lips, looking away from cupid, only for newfound surprise, SHOCK even, to shoot across his face near instantaneously at his words.

          “     OH,     my dear guardian of love,    “   words began, mouth agape, and even a hint of a subtle grin threatening his expression,   “   is this some cruel trick you’ve played on my heart this evening ?  oh... my ---   “   chuckling  ??? the grim reaper, chuckling  ???  whatever was left of his heart was pounding and throbbing as a metronome would, looking downwards at cupid with a newfound warmth.  

                                            “  thank you,   cupid.  “

                                                                                                                                      @cupiitus  /  cont.

[grimatos]

   THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY TOMORROWS.

indie/priv/sel ri/se of the guardi/ans OC by mads   /  sideblog to blarmuses

[grimatos]

          “     valentine's day has been corrupted by corporate greed and materialism.     “

[grimatos]

   THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY TOMORROWS.

indie/priv/sel ri/se of the guardi/ans OC by mads   /  sideblog to blarmuses