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

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[chainsaw_juliet]

Love and Death. The two constant emotions that fueled his very being. Grell leaned against Nozomu tiredly, eyes falling shut as his hand weakly fisted in the satin kimono collar.
"Bearing the painful weight of Death and being given the chance to love?" He pondered on that for a moment, almost distracted by the steady beating heart by his ear. "I guess so."

For a few minutes he sat in silence, soaking up the warmth Nozomu offered and the memories the coat gave. From where they sat, he could peek into the Townhouse and see their 'daughter' in the bathroom. There she sat, dress and all, in the bathtub playing with a fish. Though he couldn't hear her, he could see her bright smile as she laughed and splashed, the fish weaving around her.

Until a flash of polished metal slammed through it, staining the water immediately with a murky deep crimson. Grell giggled, nuzzling under Nozomu's chin.
"I'm feeling much better now, thank you dear." A fond little kiss was given and another one after it just because he could. The redhead stood up, stretching his sleeping muscles. "Let's have some tea with Fuura and cuddle up in our bedroom. The fireplace is still dry up there and I know I still have a copy of Hamlet to read."

And I'll never forget meeting the man from those stained pages.