But he that dares not grasp the thorn...

[deathknellgrell]

Who: Grell Sutcliff and YOU!
When: Sunday, July 17, after sirens.
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Like a bad penny, Grell returns - as a Darkness Monster!
Warnings: NC-17! TENTACLES! Nothing to see here folks, move along...

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[pushesupglasses]

[ Grell will come back. Many had told William this; that Grell would more than likely return to Siren's Port in a few weeks time. William didn't need to be told this, though. He knew Grell come back.

Now, it was just a matter of patience, which, thankfully, William had an over abundance of. He kept telling himself not to dwell on the subject, not to let it distract him from his other responsibilities. There was no reason to. He just had to be patient and eventually Grell would show his crazy face again.

Then finally, tonight, while trying to occupy his mind with the book in front of him, William's attention is caught by something else. Something familiar and...

He immediately gets up from his placed tucked in bed, setting his book aside. And not even bothering to change from his striped pjs, summons his scythe and manifests into the darkness outside. He glances around, trying to pinpoint where that feeling was emanating from. ]

[tentagrells]

[ Swaying at William's feet is a perfect rose.

A perfect, happy rose.

You know it's happy - because it's grinning. And is, inexplicably, wearing glasses. ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ Not seeing anything around him, William finally looks down and sees a beautiful red rose pop out of the ground beside him.

Others had told him of this, as well. That before returning, Grell may come back as...something else entirely. A darkness monster.

This tiny rose hardly seems monstrous, though. In fact, Grell appeared more intimidating in his true form. But it is still Grell, in some way, so William can't help but kneel down and inspect the tiny flower closer. Even so, he remains on guard. ]

I suppose this form is fitting for you.

[tentagrells]

[ The rose's petals quiver happily as William bends down, and release a puff of sweet perfume. In the distance monsters are howling; and the corruption and rot of Darkness is gathering quickly. Yet the rose remains dewy fresh and exuberantly red. ]

Rose. Rose. Roooooose.

[ That's its only utterance, as if the only word it knows is its name. ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ William knows he shouldn't do what's currently running through his mind. Although this flower is carrying Grell within it, and looks harmless, it is still a darkness monster. The sounds of other monsters in the distance only solidify that fact.

Still...that sweet smelling perfume mixing with William's guilt at allowing any of this to happen at all, it pulls William's hand forward and gets him to pluck the swaying rose from the ground. ]

[tentagrells]

[ JUST AS PLANNED!

Thorns prick at the soft pads of William's fingers, but that's not all. As he plucks the flower, the roots appear - bashfully! ]

Ro-oooooooose ♥

[pushesupglasses]

[ William hardly notices the thorns stabbing at his fingers. He's well aware that roses carry thorns. However, he DOES notice that what emerged from the ground was a very small - and very naked Grell!

William grumps, looking around briefly to ensure no one else was seeing this but him. ]

Honestly?

[ He uses this scythe - still being gripped firmly in his other hand - to adjust his glasses. ]

[tentagrells]

Rose!

[ The Grell root seems to recognise William, and waves its rootlets around happily! ]

[pushesupglasses]

Stop wiggling around like that.

[ This...this was completely ridiculous! Still, no one better be watching! ]

[tentagrells]

[ Oh, the Grell root is happy to see you, William. So happy. So very happy. So happy that a tendril shoots out from the bottom of one of the rootlets and wraps itself around your wrist.

See? It just wants to hold your hand. ]

Rose...

[pushesupglasses]

[ William's mind had drifted from the whole THIS IS A DARKNESS MONSTER concept. But that root tightening around his wrist is a bit of a wake up call.

Unfortunately, Grell root has decided to "shake" the hand that William was also holding his scythe with. William attempts to tug his hand free, his own grip tightening on his scythe. ]

Let go.

[tentagrells]

Rose?

[ It sounds disappointed. But a moment later, it brightens, as it shoots out a second tendril, aiming for your other wrist. ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ Trust Grell to do exactly the opposite of what William says, even in this form! ]

I said to stop it and let go.

[ William is able to move his other hand out of the way just in time. This, of course, leaves the little, naked Grell root dangling by a tendril from his left arm. ]

[tentagrells]

[ Awwww. There's a little rooty pout at that. The rootlet around William's wrist tightens - and then begins to grow, up and around his arm.

Meanwhile, if he can't have William's right wrist - his waist will have to do! Another few tendrils shoot out, embracing him lovingly! ]

Rose, rose, rose!

♥

[pushesupglasses]

You never listen to me.

[ Pushing at Grell root's little, pouty face, trying to get him to let go! ]

[tentagrells]

[ NOT THE FACE!

This is an angry root now. Tendrils shoot out from all over, hovering about and encircling William's body - and then suddenly clamp down! ]

ROSE!