Secret Admirer 1The darkened room smelled faintly of cinnamon, the scarlet walls not quite assisting with the lack of light. The redhead sighed, propped up with about a dozen pillows across the whole top length of his feathery soft bed. Everything in the small room screamed of femininity, the different shades of red reflecting different levels of passion.Secret Admirer 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The reaper that sat propped up on the bed was absentmindedly fixing up his toenails, applying paint over the old and mostly chipped away coat. It was nights like this he hated, the middle of the week, today the paperwork was never ending and tomorrow it would be the same. He would have to slowly pick through it until it was done, but as each day dragged on that seemingly simple task was getting harder.
Whoever came up with "The Tortoise and the Hare" and coined the moral "slow and steady wins the race" had never been buried up to his ass in paperwork. Not only that but he didn't have to sit in a plain white office room all day where the on