#did i write a reader x sword lady crackfic...maybe

[cursedchildofchaos]

Again, read at your own risk!

The brisk air makes the hair on my arms stand up. I fiddle with the zipper of my jacket. My hands fumble. With an exasperated sigh, I give up. My pocket watch tics. I take it out of the jacket to see; she's very, very, very late.

I turn to leave, but my eyes land upon a bloodied figure. Her eyes are tired. Her smile is worn, almost nonexistent…like the Mona Lisa.

But there is one big difference between this woman who stands before me and the Mona Lisa. Mona Lisa doesn't have a sword. Even so, she might as well be the Mona Lisa to me. Hell, she might as well be Venus herself. 

I feel my lips quirk up, betraying me and my rage.

"You're late," I try to say, menacingly.

"You don't mind. You never really do," she retorts. "Besides, aren't I worth it?"

I avert my gaze with a "Hmph."

"I'm sorry, but I had to fight against Tumblr Live. They're ruining the site," she explains.

"Tumblr Live?" I question, still not understanding it even though it's been on the news for weeks.

"Yeah, you have to make sure to turn it off. So, I did," she informs. 

That explains why her sword is stained red.

"Oh," I say with a nod. I still don't get it, but at this point, I'm too embarrassed to ask.

"Forgive me, OP?" she asks as she drops her sword and approaches me. 

My face heats up as she gets close. My heart pounds. She smells of potpourri. I melt. 

"Of course, I forgive you, my beautiful, Sword Lady. How could I not?" 

She takes my hand and drags me off, down the wintery streets. Every date with her feels like an adventure.