Imagine dancing with Death
Soft tunes floated through the room, staying at a medium pace throughout the majority of it. The classical music wasn’t something you were used to, but hearing it being played out in the small hotel room, the fire crackling, it was definitely something you could start listening to more often.
You stood politely in the corner, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress and hummed along quietly as Death poured himself a glass of wine. Being around him, every thing was so vintage and extravagant. From the carpet you were standing on to the dress you were wearing, it was like a flash from the past.
He sat the glass down gently and cleared his throat to get your attention before walking over to you with his hands folded neatly behind his back. “Dance with me, darling.” He took your hand gently and began to move around the room with ease. You had never danced in a ballroom fashion before, but he seemed to be a natural at it and at leading you. You hardly ever stumbled and if you looked down to check your footing, he would quickly tap underneath your chin firmly to get you to look back up at him and remind you of your posture.
“I didn’t know you could dance like this...” you said softly.
“I’ve been alive throughout all of the decades. I know all of the styles of dancing, except today’s because I find it quite ignorant.”
You giggled lightly. “I understand...”
“This is much more elegant- tighten your arm, love-” he instructed and shook your arm lightly to remind you. “and the music is calming.”
You blushed and stiffened your entire body. “Sorry. So, is this your favorite type?”
“Certainly. Anything faster is hectic and is over too quickly. I need something to pass the time.”
“Pass the time?” you asked.
“From one death to the next.”
His words immediately brought you back to reality with chills down your spine. The King of Reapers was wrapped around your waist and staring down into your eyes for the soul you knew he was there to take.
Requested by Nonnie
