Tea and Crumpets
Tea and Crumpets Chapter 1He sat precariously perched on the very edge of his shop's roof, whistling and singing a sea shanty as he retouched the paint on his sign. People passing by on the street stopped to stare up at the eccentric mortician, wondering how in the world the man could so easily squat there, unconcerned with the drop beneath him. His long silver hair blew in the wind, and he smiled happily as he worked.
Tea and Crumpets Chapter 2"What now...?" Grell softly asked.
Tea and Crumpets Chapter 3Undertaker stepped up to the door with his offering in one hand. He rang the bell and stepped back, a little nervous in spite of himself. It didn't matter that he'd already had his date in various ways. He hadn't been on any sort of date for longer than he could remember. He self-consciously straightened the black bowtie at his throat, hoping his appearance was all right.
Tea and Crumpets Chapter 4Hearing the mortician walk in behind him, Grell painted a smile on his face. He was determined to not let the "good" doctor ruin his evening completely. He spun around, meeting the Undertaker's gaze.
Tea and Crumpets Chapter 5Sunlight filled the room, bathing the two sleeping reapers in warmth. Reluctantly, Grell stirred. He blinked a few times, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. The weight of an arm across his belly had him turning his head. He smiled as he gazed over at the mortician snuggled up against him. He brushed a strand of silver hair from his lover's face, but he didn't wake him right away. Instead he lay there admiring the reaper next to him. Who would have ever thought, he and the morbid mortician would end up in each other's arms. It was nice. The Undertaker didn't treat him like a freak... well not any longer. He confessed that he had always had a fancy for Grell and that made the redhead feel special for the first time in his reaper life. It was also welcoming that Khronos respected him enough to address him properly.
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Loki (Female Clone) = The Avengers
Zombie Survivor = Stuck In Savannah
Grell Sutcliff (Modern) = Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Cheshire Cat (Lingerie) = Alice In Wonderland
In Process for 2014:
Grell Sutcliff (R-rated) = Kuroshitsuji Musical II
Grell Sutcliff (Traditional) = Kuroshitsuji
Sebastian Michaelis (True Form) = Kuroshitsuji
Aqua = KH Birth By Sleep
Alois Trancy = Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Christine Daae = Phantom of The Opera
Injection Fairy Lily = Yu-Gi-Oh Card
It has been twenty-fours almost to the dot, since Chloe released her last breath. For three days I watched her wallow around miserable and late afternoon Sunday, she tried to hide under my futon. It was then I knew the end was ever close. I left her be and did what I needed to do. I had suffered from back aches all day and decided to take a shower. I sat for a long time after and rested before checking on her again.
The hour had grown past one in the morning and it was now Monday, March 10, 2014. As I walked in the room she was no where to be seen and I knew then she was all the way under the bed. I got down on my hands and knees and could see her dead center of it. Her eyes were dilated. At first I thought she had already passed while I was away. But my flashlight revealed she was still breathing.
Carefully I moved the futon so I could slide her out. I dared not try and pick her up. I laid her blanket at her head and carefully slid her onto it. Gently I pulled her out from behind the bed and sat on a pillow next to her. Her body was cold and she had no energy left to move. She meowed once at me as I moved her, but as I sat down next to her, her motor once more started up and she began to purr.
Her breathing was difficult, yet she would not stop purring. I knew at that moment, she would not live long enough to see another dawn. I think Saturday night she said her goodbye to the world as she waddled out to my kitchen and stood for a moment at my sliding glass door, looking out into the dark night. I know she wanted to go hide. I told her no, that she would not die alone. Not in the cold in the dampness. This was her home now and I would be by her side. I picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom, trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. But last night was her final night on this Earth. I didn’t have the heart to write this until now.
She purred till she could no longer purr and then she looked up at me one last time, from the corner of her eye as she could no longer lift her head. I kissed the top of her head and told her to let go. I begged God to end her suffering, to take her way. To end it. For a few more moments her breathing grew more difficult and then the strangest breaths I ever heard. She would exhale with a tiny cry attached. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her, but instead i kept rubbing her ever so delicately.
Then her chest rose and fell for the last time. My hand on her side, I felt the last breath leave her body. The way her neck stretched, raising her head as her body desired to breathe again, unable to. Soon after her heart came to stop. And I never let go through every twitch and spasm as I watched every brain wave, every nerve die in her tiny body. Her legs curled up into her body and her mouth fell open. The light that once glowed in her beautiful eyes was gone forever. And I wept. My tears fell all around her head.
Chloe, the forgotten cat, was no more.
Picture: March 7, 2014
Date of Death March 10, 2014
After her passing the Heavens opened and wept. It rained the rest of the night.