⋆ In the back of the funeral parlor lay a plush leather couch, one worn down from year’s of use. The firmness of the cushions was now nonexistent. After hours of working on a custom ordered coffin, this is where the couple decided to take their break.
⋆ Eyes hiding behind silver bangs peered up at the ceiling. His partner sitting in his lap, their head resting on his chest. The two made light conversation back and forth, it was not until the responses stopped when Undertaker turned to look at his SO.
⋆ They now lay, slumped onto the mortician, placing all of their weight on his chest. Their breathing had slowed to a soothing rhythm as their heartbeat thumped calmly between the two of them.
⋆The mere sight of his SO sleeping peacefully on his chest was reason enough for the reaper to move his silver locks away from his eyes.
⋆ Sinking into the couch, Undertaker pulled his SO higher up on his chest, allowing their forehead to touch his lips. His hands grasped their waist, massaging small circles into their soft flesh.
⋆ If they dared to stir from their much-needed rest, the reaper would have no other choice than to sooth them into slumber with kind words and soft humming.
⋆The rhythm of his SO’s thumping heart sent the ancient reaper into a peaceful slumber. His mouth slightly agape as he snored lightly, arms looped around his partner.
Toad's Cave 