[drabble] at death's door, will it knock or just invite itself into your ending life
Shaking, blood-stained hands reached for the top hat, they were slowly darkening to a familiar ashy-grey hue. He brushed off the hat, seemingly pretending those hands weren't shaking, and the redhead looked up at the man standing across from him.
"...Thank you, Cross." 14th's words were tight and stiff as he set the hat upon his new head, it took take some getting used to.
Cross didn't say anything for a long moment, instead studying the blood that painted the ground.
There was blood everywhere. Slowly soaking into the sand and dirt, staining it darkly in the moonlight.
This was not to plan.
"...Thank you, Cross." 14th's words were tight and stiff as he set the hat upon his new head, it took take some getting used to.
Cross didn't say anything for a long moment, instead studying the blood that painted the ground.
There was blood everywhere. Slowly soaking into the sand and dirt, staining it darkly in the moonlight.
This was not to plan.