![]() ![]() One minute you were laughing at something Undertaker had said, and the next his lips were on yours and he was taking whatever you were holding and putting it down on the coffin next to you so he could kiss you properly and you could kiss him back.This thought didn’t concern him at all, which he suspected it should have given his previous experiences, but he was enjoying himself too much to care.It was late one night as the mortician sat on a coffin directly opposite yours, a wide grin on his lips and a stained tea mug in hand, nothing but a couple of flickering candles lighting the dim space that he realised he was falling for you.The more time he spent with you, the more Undertaker realised that it wasn’t just curiosity that made him keep inviting you back to the parlour or to walk around outside with you for hours.The reaper’s initial impression of you was somewhat clinical, its’ foundations in the how’s and why’s of your mechanics allowing for a personality, in a similar way to how he was interested in humans from a scientific perspective until he found one who made him want their company rather than their information.Which should have been impossible given that your body lacked flesh and blood he found you truly fascinating.You weren’t human and you didn’t have a soul, per se, yet there was definitely something where a soul might have been.You were an absolute enigma to Undertaker from the moment he met you. ![]() ❗️Warnings mentions of death, fighting/sparring (but friendly)
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