Characters: Gavril and anybody who cares to kiss the garden's foremost man-eater. Date:Today~. Summary: Gavril's angsts over her lack of a love life. Hi-jinx ensue. Warnings: PG-13: Standard Gavril warnings: language, possible violence.
Grell had been deliberately avoiding getting kissed this time around. She had too much to do, she'd convinced herself, to get caught by the Queen again. Still, her carefully laid out plans for the day would have to take a detour when she saw Gavril. The woman had been there when she had been upset, so the least she could do was return the favour.
"What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?" she asked as she drew closer, a teasing note in her voice.
Though Gavril was in no mood for visitors, she was happy to see Grell, one of the few people in the Garden who shared her love of death and destruction. "Um, I guess relationship shit."
"If you don't, I'll rope you and her into standing under the mistletoe so you can't get away without telling her how you feel," she teased, though she was half serious about the idea.
"We actually already got caught in the Queen's makeout trap." Gavril stated in a matter-of-fact manner. "It felt like I was kissing a block of ice, but it was still a good time."
"And you didn't take the chance to tell her?" Grell sighs. So many people were romantically oblivious in the Gardens, she shouldn't have been surprised. "Look. Drop by her house the next chance you get and just say it. The worst she'll tell you is that she doesn't feel the same. You've got nothing to lose."
"What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?" she asked as she drew closer, a teasing note in her voice.
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