Still - With this perfect finale, the cheers and ballyhoo- Who wouldn't be happier?

[chainsaw_juliet]

WHO: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet} (open to Nozomu and perhaps Death)
WHAT: A tragic end for the handsome Prince Hamlet. The Reaper should be happy, right?
WHERE: Residential area/flood ruins
WHEN: Minutes after midnight

Comments

You just -know- after this he's taking Fuura out for happy knifey bonding tiems

[chainsaw_juliet]

"I guess I misjudged the weight of bearing a heart. Perhaps it would be easier if I could just switch off like William. Or perhaps if I didn't even have a heart at all. If so many want a heart, they can have mine." The words came as a rush of emotions, a tangled mess of thoughts he had pushed away deep into his mind.

"That way in centuries to come, I won't be standing in a graveyard holding flowers while weeping like a silly child. I won't miss anyone, so I won't grieve for anyone."

Of course he hardly meant it. For all the sorrow he felt at present, he adored mortality and even envied it at times. Forever was an awfully long time for a creature to exist and even his seemingly perpetual mask of happiness bore hairline fractures.

"I miss London." He began, the tears finally slipping down his cheeks. "I miss my friends and I miss trailing Ciel because he's all I have left of her and I miss Sebastian's smirk and I miss William's eyes and I just can't stand being in a place that looks so much like home but turns out to be just a pretty facade."