A Drabble!
I went into a drabble writing mood today. |D;;
Title: Demand
Who: Grell Sutcliff and Sousuke Aizen; mentions of Sebastian Michaelis
What: AU-verse; Basically where Grell is now an arrancar/hollow/whateveridontwatchBleach? 8Db
Rating: PG-13 at least?
Notes: Kind of a gift to Mia who wrote this. I recommend reading that before this since this is kind of a part two/response to that. AND MIA PLEASE SLAP ME IF I FAIL AT AIZEN.
His pants started to go more slower, staring up to the man that he is bowing down to with his lushious green eyes. A mighty figure, almost like a god, staring down him with a gentle hand upon his beautiful, bloodstained face. Why is such a higher like being staring down at someone who lives off pure death?
The bodies, of those he killed, behind him were useless, unworthy to be in the same area as the monster he is. They all had things that he never gotten or he wished to earned. Fame, fortune, the perfect lover....All such simple things that every being wants to have grasp of and will refused to let go until it kills them ruthlessly. He loves death. The scent, the taste, it's like he has a lust for it even since he was born. Perhaps the reason Grell never got the fame, the fortune, the perfect lover was he was born twisted. He was twisted. Broken. His white feminine body, covered in the blood of many, matching his long ruby red hair. His nails were long, sharp, pure black with red covering his fingers. His fangs gleemed in shining white and red. He may be a beast but he was beautiful. He was like a beautiful, broken doll with death looming over him.
Fame and fortune, sure he can survive without those two things. However, then there was him. Sebastian. An elegant, perfect butler and gentlemen, that Grell offers his love but then that love gets burned away into pure, worthless ashes. No matter how many times he gets denied, the red being dreams to be with him. Red and Black. Such a dark, yet beautiful combination. Front and back. Man and "woman". Love and hate. Him and him. Is it possible for such an impure, beautiful mix to come together as one? His lust for him aches his twisted heart. His demands for him grows as he continues to live on with death.
But, this man however....Does he have the power to fix his twisted heart or get it into a good use?
Obeying him, he slowly rises to the soft voice. His eyes still demand for death. Aizen still softly smiled, slowly pulling his hand away from his cheek, smearing the blood making look like a claw ran through his face along with his own hand sharing the blood onto his fingers. It took a moment but Grell slowly showed a smile. A twisted smile with blood covering his pure lips. Aizen...shall be his new lord. With grace, he slowly moved his arm and did a bow to him. The bow of a butler to his master.
"How can I be in such service.." he spoke with such insanity, "....My lord?"
Title: Demand
Who: Grell Sutcliff and Sousuke Aizen; mentions of Sebastian Michaelis
What: AU-verse; Basically where Grell is now an arrancar/hollow/whateveridontwatchBleach? 8Db
Rating: PG-13 at least?
Notes: Kind of a gift to Mia who wrote this. I recommend reading that before this since this is kind of a part two/response to that. AND MIA PLEASE SLAP ME IF I FAIL AT AIZEN.
His pants started to go more slower, staring up to the man that he is bowing down to with his lushious green eyes. A mighty figure, almost like a god, staring down him with a gentle hand upon his beautiful, bloodstained face. Why is such a higher like being staring down at someone who lives off pure death?
The bodies, of those he killed, behind him were useless, unworthy to be in the same area as the monster he is. They all had things that he never gotten or he wished to earned. Fame, fortune, the perfect lover....All such simple things that every being wants to have grasp of and will refused to let go until it kills them ruthlessly. He loves death. The scent, the taste, it's like he has a lust for it even since he was born. Perhaps the reason Grell never got the fame, the fortune, the perfect lover was he was born twisted. He was twisted. Broken. His white feminine body, covered in the blood of many, matching his long ruby red hair. His nails were long, sharp, pure black with red covering his fingers. His fangs gleemed in shining white and red. He may be a beast but he was beautiful. He was like a beautiful, broken doll with death looming over him.
Fame and fortune, sure he can survive without those two things. However, then there was him. Sebastian. An elegant, perfect butler and gentlemen, that Grell offers his love but then that love gets burned away into pure, worthless ashes. No matter how many times he gets denied, the red being dreams to be with him. Red and Black. Such a dark, yet beautiful combination. Front and back. Man and "woman". Love and hate. Him and him. Is it possible for such an impure, beautiful mix to come together as one? His lust for him aches his twisted heart. His demands for him grows as he continues to live on with death.
But, this man however....Does he have the power to fix his twisted heart or get it into a good use?
Obeying him, he slowly rises to the soft voice. His eyes still demand for death. Aizen still softly smiled, slowly pulling his hand away from his cheek, smearing the blood making look like a claw ran through his face along with his own hand sharing the blood onto his fingers. It took a moment but Grell slowly showed a smile. A twisted smile with blood covering his pure lips. Aizen...shall be his new lord. With grace, he slowly moved his arm and did a bow to him. The bow of a butler to his master.
"How can I be in such service.." he spoke with such insanity, "....My lord?"