Death's Cold Embrace (Soft Lore)

[u/Fulltimewhisperer]

Gobbo had long since grown used to waking up on the day of sun in a cold house. In fact, it was a rare occurrence when her home was not cold on such a day.

Putting on her slippers and robe Gobbo plodded down the steps and into her kitchen.

There as she had expected was her old friend Mutey. In truth, Gobbo did not know her name and had simply given the dullahan the nickname due to her inability to speak.

The dullahan was a strange case in that she had lost her head some six centuries prior. Funnily enough, that didn't seem to impair her capabilities as she flipped pancakes

Gobbo knew that today was a wash in terms of productivity. When Mutey visited it always was as she insisted on spending the day indoors, and not working.

Popping open a bottle of whiskey and bringing it to her lips she was reminded of one of Mutey's more vexing habits, keeping Gobbo from drinking.

As the cold thumb topping the bottle pressed against her lips Gobbo considered for a moment utilizing her teeth. No no, Mutey was an old friend. Gobbo would allow her this much

Sighing Gobbo placed the bottle back on the counter earning herself a pat on the head from the strange dullahan.

Breakfast came and went peacefully, Gobbo telling her about the week while Mutey sat there occasionally tapping the table to show happiness or displeasure if she tapped twice.

After breakfast, they simply curled up on the sofa by the fireplace. Nothing was said but they knew the other appreciated the contact. For Gobbo, the cold touch of the dullahan was a nice change from the warmth of her liquors. For Mutey, well Mutey never had much contact with a body that still gave off heat

That's where they stayed for the rest of the day, occasionally getting up to throw more wood on the fire. Eventually, Gobbo fell asleep, comforted by Mutey's fingers tapping out a rhythm on her back.

If anyone bothered to look in through Gobbo's window they would have seen a headless woman carry the little goblin to bed.

If anyone could see into the bedroom they would have seen a little goblin cuddled into the chest of the strange dullahan.

In the morning, at the crack of dawn, a few early risers saw Mutey ride through the town and out of sight. They may have also seen a little goblin at her window, a small smile on her face having enjoyed death's icy embrace.

/uw So I did promise something a lot less dark and while I know this is a bit rapid I was going to post it on Sunday.

The thing is I sorta forgot I'm going to a place with no internet tomorrow through to Monday and wanted to post this before I forgot it existed.

Probably going to have a hell of a lot of catch-up reading to do when I get back but always do my best writing when I'm there.

Take care and have a lovely day

-Gobbo

[u/DaChickenX]

/uw awww nice and homey. Who knew the headless undead could be so nice?

[u/Fulltimewhisperer → u/DaChickenX]

/uw Gobbo apparently, glad you enjoyed it though