𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 │ [M!Reader x Grell Sutcliff] [+18]

[ONE-SHOT]
[A PREVIEW TO A FULLY-FLEDGED STORY ON HER]
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𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

Many can describe death as cold, merciless, and unforgiving. Something that comes to all of us. Independent of who, or what, we are, death is something that arrives no matter how much we try to run or hide from its cold embrace. There is no such thing as a "immortal" bieng, or a thing that cannot escape death, for it comes, whether we like it or not. Run from it. Dread it. Death arrives all the same. And when it does, it is swift and merciful, or slow and aching, agonizing and painful.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

But to some, death is warm like crimson blood. To some, death is not as bad as it may sound to others. After all, what could death itself fear other than the demise by its own tools? Fear or anxiety is not something that many find when in the arms of a lover. Let alone when said lover is just as deadly and caring as they are. For tonight, there is twice as much death, one on the other's arms, as they prove to themselves, and to others, that not all things related to Death are bad.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
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