Cloth Stained Red

"The color red looks so beautiful on you," he breathed, voice husky and filled with anticipation. "It's a shame that you can't look like this eternally."

The cloth in his hands was stained red, soaked through with the crimson insides of another being--maybe multiple, knowing this killer's track record. Even on the brink of death, Scaramouche had to admit that the red complimented his eyes well. Then again, maybe it was because this cold-blooded murderer was the model of perfection.

Even if Scaramouche was his victim.

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🕯art is not mine! all creds go to the original artist
🪷 originally posted on Ao3 under "Lily_Winchester"
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🪷 fanfiction is a bit outdated; originally written October 2021