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🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair [From Persephone to mister Death ewe]
Years had passed since he last faced one of them. Yoon was back from a mission, with some time off, and constant remarks of how he needed to be less tense, he was dismissed. He sat by a tree in the forest, never picking areas with too much people, and too much people being more than two humans. He couldn’t be seen unless the person looking had faced death before, or had a contract with a demon. That’s why that female voice surprised him. Just when he was relaxing. “Hello, miss.” He sighed silently, manners never absent. The grim reaper didn’t know her, but a glance was enough to tell she was a Goddess. “I hope I’m not disturbing anything.” Yoon continued, hand moving to his blue hair when he felt something there. Soon learning that that something was a flower, “Is this yours?”