a date with Death, part II

[cryptogam]

Stephen was not exactly a tidy person. His hut was strewn with coffee cups, books, notepaper, and sheet music, his bedclothes lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, and in one corner there was a tray stolen from the kitchen containing the dissected corpse of a seagull, which was beginning to smell. Although Stephen had served as a physician to

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[get_a_lifetime]

Death did away with the notion of dresses and corsets and such and knocked on Stephen's door wearing senible boots, black jeans, and a white lace tunic over an chemise. His home was in a state of chaos and smelled of...well, death.

It was perfect.

"I am here," she announced.

[cryptogam]

"So you are. Good day, my dear." Stephen stepped aside so that she could come inside. He shifted some sheet music off the chair where he usually sat to play his cello. "Do sit down. I would offer you some tea, but I have none, I am afraid."

[get_a_lifetime]

"You have a cello," she said, dismissing the non-offer for the nonexistant tea as she entered. "Was it a mystery gift?"

[cryptogam]

"Yes, it was. It is a very fine one. I have never played one so fine before." He opened the cello case to show it to her. "The magic bookshelf gave me all manner of sheet music, as well." Some of the music included works by composers he had never heard of, like Dvorak and Hindemith. They were very peculiar.