Costume 3

Reaper was sitting at the dinner table, he was working on his costume and finishing it up. He was polishing his jacket o lantern head that he had been working on for the past couple of days, he was dressing up as the headless horseman as another costume for Halloween. The creature had promised his husband that he will dress up as something else if he agreed to actually dress up instead of wearing his uniform, which he said he would so the creature set on to work on something. He could have simply bought something from the Halloween store or any costume store but he didn't, he wanted to work on his own costume for the year and make something unique and creative. Surprisingly the creature enjoyed doing creative works and crafting, he loved putting time, effort and detail into his work. He really loves the headless horseman myth, a creature that he saw himself in and wanted ti be him for the season. The creature planned on even getting a horse so it could ride it into the night and terrify the locals and everyone who comes into his path, an idea that filled him with giddy and joy, just the thought of terrified screams and skire running away from him made him happy.

His evil thoughts entertained him a lot but there was one thought that overshadowed the others, the thought of riding into the night with his lover. He wanted to take him on a horse ride while dressed up as the headless horseman, the thought of him holding his husband and making him flustered in the process like he usually does was more entertaining to him. He just loved messing with him and making him break out of his usual character, he knew that he was going to love the costume he was making, he was going to be all dressed up in a style that his lover enjoyed seeing him in. Rocket had always found him attractive in gothic or dark centric clothes, it always fit his look and dressing up as the headless horseman was too good of a choice as well. He absolutely fit the role too, his lover knew how much he loves terrorizing people just like these old myths. Something he wasn't too fond of but as long as he didn't actively hurt someone, he usually let it pass unless he went too far with it.