#death's lover

[flowerydeimos-blog]

You’re the smoke that fills my lungs.

You’re the bitter yet addicting taste on my lips.

While I'm the one that’s chasing death,

I'm the one that’s in love with death. 

While Death only yearns to kill

I yearn for one last kiss.

[whitexblackrose]

I'm sick, tired, and probably a tad high on all of the cold meds I've had to take to breathe.

Why am I possessed to continue writing on DL when my running word count for today is 2k? I'm sleep typing at this point. How I'm achieving this I'd like to know… I could have used this earlier with my homework.

[whitexblackrose]

Death's Lover- Nanowrimo

(Side note: I have so many log lines for this it's crazy…)

Rozen Stone grew up with her grandmother telling her this one story, telling the girl that one day she would be Death’s lover. When an accident happens outside of the family shop, Rozen runs after the reaper who appeared in hopes of stalling him long enough for a healer to arrive. After her hand collides with his shoulder, she discovers that what her grandmother told her was true.

She agrees to the reaper that she’ll give it a try, but she is still unhappy about the lot she’s been given.

  And unfortunately for them, Rozen’s ex hears about the arrangement.

[whitexblackrose]

As a Goth I must be doing every single cliche in the past hour when writing the props for my assignment.

I have searched the web for every Halloween item, Goth item, spiders, skulls, reaper-esque looking wear and decor, Victorian, and medieval decor.

And now I have a massive wish list for items I would ask for whenever I get married and too much to fit on my assignment sheet.

[whitexblackrose]

Demo for Death's Lover

  I stood frozen as the sight of Ms. Allen’s battered body in the middle of the street. The car had slammed into the street sign further down the block. Several other shopkeepers ran to see what they could do to help, but for reason my feet didn’t obey my mind’s command to join them. I shivered despite the jacket I threw on and when I saw my own breath in the morning air, my heart skipped a beat.

My gaze flew to the crowd that had begun to gather around the accident. Several feet behind there was a man with black hair clad in a black business suit. At first I thought nothing of it, there was a coffee shop down the street whose customers were higher class, but the cold I felt went bone deep when I saw a silver ring on his finger with an emerald cut onyx. Instantly I looked up at his eyes and found that they were as grey as death.

“No…” I dropped the sack in my hand and bolted straight for the Reaper. “Stop, please,” I called out to him but he was deaf to me. I extended my hand with the hope that I could delay him.

  When I was a little girl, my grandmother told me one single story. She would tell me with a smile that it was the tale of my ancestor, grandmother’s own mother, and of her first love. Grandmother told me that the women in our family had the habit of courting Death despite not having the ability to touch him. After the Witch Trials, the family owed Death a boon. So he told the family that one day Death’s lover would be born of their blood. Grandmother then told me that she believed that I was that daughter the Reaper foretold of.

She told me that one day, I would become Death’s lover. That if I could physically touch a Reaper, that I was his future lover…

  My hand collided with his shoulder and I stumbled into him. We fell in a skew of limbs on the asphalt. The moment I was able to regain movement after the pain ebbed away, I scrambled off of the Reaper. From a foot away I watched him recover through the mop of blond hair that fell over my eyes.

His grey eyes met with my hazel ones in shock.

“What,” I breathed.

His eyes darkened, “The hell?”

  __________

Ahem, remember my brain child mentioned this morning. Well, this is the ending of chapter one.

I still have some work to do (like come up with a less cliched ending line to the chapter...) but this looks like a good start to a web series.

Now to outline the rest of the arc and get writing on it. Plus it's time to get Photoshop and start making my own book covers...