Anonymous asked: If William and Sebastian came to you wanting a kiss, who would you kiss?
“Oh, why must you tease a lady with such difficult questions? Hmm…” She tapped her chin in thought. “Well… I suppose I would have to choose… William. Sebastian is oh so very sexy, but William is the love of my life, and I would choose him any day.”
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“Of course, the chances of either of them asking me to kiss them is slim to none, so I’ll just keep going after Sebastian and hope my William gets jealous enough to pull me away~”
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“Oh, some day, perhaps,” she sighed wishfully. “But it’s a long way off; I’d be lonely in a house by myself, but I can’t even convince William to share an apartment with me.” Of course, if they did move in together Grell would be moving into William’s apartment, as it was much larger due to his higher rank. “I’m happy here, for now, though.” She smiled and plaufully ruffled his hair, taking a seat next to him. “Why would I mind, darling? Get comfortable, make yourself at home! What’s mine is yours.”
“I’ve never really been to someone else’s home before…I’ve visited and spent nights at other people’s manors…but I hardly consider them homes. They’re more like…trophies.” He ran his hand through his hair, calming the now wild, blond locks. “No one’s ever really invited me to their home just to have me there…except Aleister. But he doesn’t count. He’s family…er…not really, I suppose. But other than that, there’s always been a catch. A business ploy or a party or another damn argument with Ciel. No one has ever asked me to visit….even when I was little…”
“Well, I certainly don’t have a catch planned,” I assured, putting my feet leisurely up on the coffee table and resting against the back of the sofa. “I just like being around you, darling, and you’re welcome here any time you’d like. Hmm… I’m not sure what there is for you to do around here, though… I suppose I hadn’t thought that part through…”
I finished up with the shower feeling a hell of a lot better. I grabbed a towel and started to dry off when he offered a drink. “Coffee would be great.” I replied before drying off…I went ahead and put my dirty clothes back on considering I didn’t have anything else to wear and I doubted anything Grell owned would fit me. I found him in the living room.
“I figured you’d say that,” I sighed, getting up to pour a second mug of coffee and setting it on the table in the living room. I went back to leisurely flipping through channels after that, until my guest joined me. “Black, just like you like it.” I motioned to his mug of coffee, taking a sip of my own. “Now, assuming that headache of yours has gone away, we should go get your car soon. I’d hate to see it hotwired and stolen.” I was joking, of course… mostly.
I sat down next to him and took the coffee cup before blowing on it for a moment. “If it’s stolen then it’s gone by now they would have gotten to it before sunrise.” It wasn’t like I didn’t have insurance. I still needed to call in so I patted myself down searching for my cell phone. Damn must have left it in my car. “Yeah let’s go get my car…”
“Way ahead of you, doll,” I smiled, twirling my key around my finger. Standing, I made sure to sashay my hips just a bit as I walked to get my shoes on. These pants always did make my butt look good, and I was going to take advantage of it while there was a handsome man around to see. I bent over to tie the laces of my boots, then stood and swept my hair over one shoulder, looking over and smiling. “Well, don’t just sit there; it’s your car we’re going to get.”
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“Mm hm,” she nodded, taking a hold of the handle of his trunk and pulling it across the living room and down a hall to the guest room. “I know it must be quite small compared to what you’re used to, but I find it quite comfortable.” She set the trunk next to the twin bed that was neatly made and ready, then met the boy back at the entrance.
“That there is; these apartments are owned by the London Dispatch, and each worker is given an apartment to live in. The gentleman down below works in the spectacles department, the woman above in general affairs, and the ones on either side of me work in the field, like I do.” She flashed a knowing grin. “I suppose we could all live in houses if we really wanted, but since the apartments are paid for by the Dispatch, none of us want to bother spending the money.” The redhead sighed dreamily, placing a hand dramatically on her forehead. “It’s my dream to one day own a beautiful, red-bricked home with a peaked roof and a little white fence in the front yard, but today is not that day.”
“I like that…” He grinned, listening to her go on about her fantasy. It did sound nice. Somewhere away from the city, somewhere quiet. Just a nice, lovely house, big enough for a small family to live comfortably. It sounded almost like a dream rather than reality.
“Do you think you’ll live there some day? Will you ever move out of this cramped little flat?” He began to pace, looking at the interior of the room. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Everything was so strange and so…bright. He noticed a plain-looking couch and quietly took a seat there. “You don’t mind, do you, Mum?”
“Oh, some day, perhaps,” she sighed wishfully. “But it’s a long way off; I’d be lonely in a house by myself, but I can’t even convince William to share an apartment with me.” Of course, if they did move in together Grell would be moving into William’s apartment, as it was much larger due to his higher rank. “I’m happy here, for now, though.” She smiled and plaufully ruffled his hair, taking a seat next to him. “Why would I mind, darling? Get comfortable, make yourself at home! What’s mine is yours.”
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“Yes indeed~ Well, this is my building, at least. My actual home is just a part of it.” She walked in the front of the building, up a few flights of stairs with Alois at her heals, and unlocked the door “They were built tall to save space, of course, and they don’t fall over because they’re built well.” A chuckle escaped her. “I suppose you don’t have anything like this in your realm, but here they’re more common than anything.” Pushing the door opened, she revealed her cozy little abode. “Make yourself at home, darling~ Oh, let me take your trunk and put it in the guest room.”
He walked into the little apartment, eyeing each and every detail. It was so small and crowded. “This is so little…you live here?” It was a little bigger than the old shed he used to live in with his brother. She lived here with Will? And had a guest room? “Everything feels so strange….people live above you and below you? Why would they choose to live in such little rooms instead of the whole building?”
“Mm hm,” she nodded, taking a hold of the handle of his trunk and pulling it across the living room and down a hall to the guest room. “I know it must be quite small compared to what you’re used to, but I find it quite comfortable.” She set the trunk next to the twin bed that was neatly made and ready, then met the boy back at the entrance.
“That there is; these apartments are owned by the London Dispatch, and each worker is given an apartment to live in. The gentleman down below works in the spectacles department, the woman above in general affairs, and the ones on either side of me work in the field, like I do.” She flashed a knowing grin. “I suppose we could all live in houses if we really wanted, but since the apartments are paid for by the Dispatch, none of us want to bother spending the money.” The redhead sighed dreamily, placing a hand dramatically on her forehead. “It’s my dream to one day own a beautiful, red-bricked home with a peaked roof and a little white fence in the front yard, but today is not that day.”
He looked her in the eyes and slowly calmed himself down as she spoke. She wasn’t going to hurt him…she was gentle. He dropped his hands and looked down at his feet. “Whenever I make someone in the village angry or if I do somethin’ bad…They ‘it me and throw things at me…”
“Humans can be so simple minded,” Grell huffed irritably, talking more to herself before looking back at the boy. “Well, what evil people you have in your town, throwing things at a child…” She reached forward and ruffled the boy’s hair gently. “You’re just a boy, you don’t know any better when you do things wrong…”
“They ‘it my brother in the ‘ead with rocks a few times….I ‘ate it when they ‘urt ‘im…..” He sighed and grabbed onto the reaper’s sleeve, tugging on it. “Yer nice, lady….Yer like me mum!”
A soft smile crept onto Grell’s face. “Why, I’m honored that you think so,” she chuckled. “And you’re a very nice boy. If I had any children… I’d hope they were like you.” It seemed that, in this state, he didn’t remember anything about her or him past his current age. It made sense, she supposed, and it was nice to see the happy little boy as he used to be.
Grell gritted her teeth at the slight tug. Don’t get angry, he’s only a child… “B-be careful, dear,” she scolded softly. “I know you want to touch it, but tugging on a lady’s hair hurts.”
“It ‘urts??” He immediately let go of the hair, staring up at her. “I’m sorry, lady!!! Please don’ get angry!” He flinched and covered his face, waiting for something to be thrown at him like always.
The redhead looked at the boy, confused. Out of nowhere, he seemed… afraid of her. “Darling, I’m not angry,” she said gently, reaching forward to bring the boy’s hands down from his face. “Why are you cowering like that? It’s most undignified. Don’t be afraid, Jim, I am most certainly not going to hurt you.”
He looked her in the eyes and slowly calmed himself down as she spoke. She wasn’t going to hurt him…she was gentle. He dropped his hands and looked down at his feet. “Whenever I make someone in the village angry or if I do somethin’ bad…They ‘it me and throw things at me…”
“Humans can be so simple minded,” Grell huffed irritably, talking more to herself before looking back at the boy. “Well, what evil people you have in your town, throwing things at a child…” She reached forward and ruffled the boy’s hair gently. “You’re just a boy, you don’t know any better when you do things wrong…”
Grell gritted her teeth at the slight tug. Don’t get angry, he’s only a child… “B-be careful, dear,” she scolded softly. “I know you want to touch it, but tugging on a lady’s hair hurts.”
“It ‘urts??” He immediately let go of the hair, staring up at her. “I’m sorry, lady!!! Please don’ get angry!” He flinched and covered his face, waiting for something to be thrown at him like always.
The redhead looked at the boy, confused. Out of nowhere, he seemed… afraid of her. “Darling, I’m not angry,” she said gently, reaching forward to bring the boy’s hands down from his face. “Why are you cowering like that? It’s most undignified. Don’t be afraid, Jim, I am most certainly not going to hurt you.”
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redladygrellsutcliff SAID: “ALOIS? DARLING IS THAT YOU?” THE REDHEAD KNEELS DOWN TO THE CHILD’S HEIGHT, PAUSES, THEN GUSHES, “OH MY GOODNESS LOOK HOW SMALL AND CUTE YOU ARE! OH YOU’RE SO DARLING I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP!”
“Alois? ‘o is Alois? My name’s Jim an’ I’m ten!!” He held his hands out to the reaper, showing her how he could count his age on his fingers. ”You wanna eat me?? Don’ eat me!!! N-No!!!!”
Oops, probably shouldn’t have used that expression. “Oh, no darling! I don’t really want to eat you!” She reached forward and patted his head, trying to smile softly but it could be considered difficult with those teeth. “It just means I think you’re very cute. Oh, and yes, Jim, I’m sorry, that’s what I meant to call you.”
He blushed and giggled right away, forgiving her automatically. “Thank you, lady! Yer pretty! Can I touch yer ‘air???” He reached a hand out and grabbed onto a long red lock, tugging at it.
Grell gritted her teeth at the slight tug. Don’t get angry, he’s only a child… “B-be careful, dear,” she scolded softly. “I know you want to touch it, but tugging on a lady’s hair hurts.”
