Strange friends
Who: Beyond birthday (better_than_l) and Grell Sutcliff (fabulousinred)
When: Monday evening, after his accidental video post.
Where: The museum of art
Summary: Beyond's wanting a change of pace, and Grell has proven to be an interesting conversationalist. He goes to visit.
Rating: Probably PG-13 for general psycho-ness and mention of murder. XD
Warnings: Insanity, talk of death and or torture. Probably over-the-top flirting on Grell's part.
There had been a lot of things that Beyond didn't like today. He was beginning to believe in the aspect of Karma that he'd always hated. For every turn, there's another after all. Traversing the streets was a little nerve-wracking, and the serial-killer found himself hurrying from the convenience store he'd been curled up in. There was way too much of a chance for a run in with things that he was simply not strong enough to handle.
The huge building was within sight, and Beyond shoved his hands in his pockets, shuffling faster. If this Grell was really a Shinigami, then he could learn a lot from him. It wasn't okay for him to indulge in his usual experiments, but he could continue learning at least. So far, the androgynous red-head had given Beyond many reasons to be cautious. In the end, the failed heir just couldn't bring himself to turn his back on the fascinating stranger.
He finally found himself standing in front of the darkened doors, pushing it open with his shoulder, spidery fingers splayed out on the glass as he passed inside.
"Hello? Grell? It's B." He called almost shyly, his one eye darting about.
When: Monday evening, after his accidental video post.
Where: The museum of art
Summary: Beyond's wanting a change of pace, and Grell has proven to be an interesting conversationalist. He goes to visit.
Rating: Probably PG-13 for general psycho-ness and mention of murder. XD
Warnings: Insanity, talk of death and or torture. Probably over-the-top flirting on Grell's part.
There had been a lot of things that Beyond didn't like today. He was beginning to believe in the aspect of Karma that he'd always hated. For every turn, there's another after all. Traversing the streets was a little nerve-wracking, and the serial-killer found himself hurrying from the convenience store he'd been curled up in. There was way too much of a chance for a run in with things that he was simply not strong enough to handle.
The huge building was within sight, and Beyond shoved his hands in his pockets, shuffling faster. If this Grell was really a Shinigami, then he could learn a lot from him. It wasn't okay for him to indulge in his usual experiments, but he could continue learning at least. So far, the androgynous red-head had given Beyond many reasons to be cautious. In the end, the failed heir just couldn't bring himself to turn his back on the fascinating stranger.
He finally found himself standing in front of the darkened doors, pushing it open with his shoulder, spidery fingers splayed out on the glass as he passed inside.
"Hello? Grell? It's B." He called almost shyly, his one eye darting about.