Chocolate and Strawberries (X) Day Two
Grell was woken up by the powerful morning sun at at least 7am. When his eyes cleared and he reached for his spectacles, the image of a beautiful, corseted red dress hung from the top wooden rung of the four post bed. Sebastian was gone, and just beyond the bottom of the bed waited a ridiculous amount of different coloured flowers, in fact, as his eyes followed round the vase upon vase of huge bouquets, he realized that they practically filled the entire room. How he was going to make it to the door of the bedroom he had no idea.
Oh Bassy! These are all for me, arent they! he called out, knowing he would probably be making breakfast. No answer came, so he simply knelt up, holding the duvet to his chest, and waited for a while, taking a moment to lean over the side and smell some of the beautiful offerings littering the floor.
At least half an hour passed before Sebastian had arrived back at the door, holding a tray of breakfast, his white shirt sleeves were rolled up
Chocolate and Strawberries (IX) Day One
The three days that never where, Day one:
Sebastian sat by the large bedroom window at the old Trancy manor pretty much all night, he had repaired his clothes but kept only the trousers and shirt on. The shirt was unbuttoned healthily and exposed his usually covered neck, he wore no gloves and looked quite different, but quite the same. Only the great demon himself could manage that. As Grell slept off the nights events, a beautiful, utterly perfect black cat had followed Sebastian home and was currently eating small treats from the palm of her new masters hand under the moonlight shining through the window.
So perfect So calm, yet vicious when called upon. We have nothing like you at home. They assume that because of the nature of who we are, we like our pets to be mucus-filled monsters. If earth has taught me one thing between meals, it is that beauty can be deceptive. He sighed And, so it seems, can ones own, surly demeanor. I find it un-nerving that you
Chocolate and strawberries VIIIThis is not a love story, but it is a story about love
The undertaker was the first place Sebastian had thought to check in with. The mad reaper was certain just that, as mad as a box of frogs, but he was constantly connected to the Shinigami world, as well as indifferent, for the small price of a bad joke.
Sebastian was in no mood for jokes, but he didnt see he had much choice.
There was a young woman from Que he began, as he stood in front of the robed reaper, the next few sentences making him laugh insanely. That wasnt even the worst he knew.
Oh my my, I see you mean business today, demon. Very well, What can I do for you?
Grell Sutcliff, where is he?
Hmmm well he picked up a random book and thumbed through it. The records say he was banished from the reapers world..about a day or so ago. After being held and detained for the past month.
Held and detained? Do just say what you mea
chocolate and strawberries VIIWhen silence falls, so does a reaper:
Grell had pulled on his coat fully as he stood by the bed that had housed him for the past month or so. You know, many people assumed this coat doesnt fit me, thats why I wear it the way I do, but they would be wrong. He addressed Sebastian as he silently entered the room and closed the door behind him, walking over to the full length mirror to the left of the room.
Grell Its good to see you up and about
The truth is, it just feels more glamorous this way.. he traced the collar with his leather clad finger tips before pushing down over his shoulders and letting rest in its usual place. It makes me feel like a model, being pictured for the most beautiful section of the next morns newspaper men and woman looking, wishing they were me or indeed, with me. He sang in his usual carefree tone.
Sebastian smiled slightly and made his way slowly over, laying his gloved hands to