But he that dares not grasp the thorn...
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...
( …should never crave the rose. )
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...
( …should never crave the rose. )
His bow dissipates as he straightens, swiping bloody streaks from his lenses for the thousandth time as he catches his breath. He's already been out longer than he'd planned to be, but even that's a useless detail right now. There's no going home until the angry frustration in his chest loosens enough to ease the strain on his heart.
It's going to make for a long evening.
...Longer still, once he realizes what he's standing near. But at the moment, a flower is the last things worth the Quincy's attention.]
Reply
But these brazen flirtations have no effect. So a little rootlet creeps out from the pavement - and tugs on the hem of Uryuu's trouser leg. ]
Rose ♥
Reply
...Which fades, by and by, until the Quincy holds nothing in his hands but what one can only assume is the shattered remains of his reality.
That flower has glasses and a mouth.]
A-ah - [WHAT DOES HE EVEN DO WITH THIS.]
Reply
Saying 'hello' would be nice. There's nothing at all wrong with talking to one's plants, particularly if you've got the sort of plant that answers. ]
Hn~!
[ Even though this monster is almost entirely mindless, there is some faint flicker of recognition in its magnoliophytic brain. It knows you, Uryuu. And is so happy to see you.
So happy, in fact, that it winds its little tendril about Uryuu's ankle - and releases a sweet perfume, designed to relax and allay all suspicion.
Reply
Uryuu didn't know that Grell had died.]
...Grell? [he bends to one knee for a better look, a hand on his belt - ready to pull a Seele Schneider if necessary.] Is that...?
Reply
Reply
[he only sounds curious now]
Reply
MMMmmmmMMMmmmmm....
[ The roots of the rose coyly rise up above the pavement. And another little rootlet tendril shoots out, settling in loose coils around Uryuu's fingers, then slithering up to encircle his wrist. ]
Reply
...Odder still is when he sees the root system beginning to poke up from the earth, revealing not a mass of brown roots but a mane of red hair and a familiar (if much smaller) face. If he'd had any doubt before...]
Grell. [he jerks in surprise despite the flower's heavy aroma] You're - why are you a plant? What's happened to you?
Reply
[ It's a plaintive sigh. Unconsciously, perhaps the flower knows it was devoured, its supernatural life cut short by Grimmjow's gaping jaws.
The loose coils about Uryuu's fingers tighten momentarily, as if squeezing his hand. And then the tendril at his wrist expands and grows - around and around and up his arm, bunching up the white fabric of his sleeve underneath. ]
Reply
[distantly, he wonders why he isn't more bothered by this. He's watching the tendril rope its way up his arm, and he just feels... curious. Interested. Confused, of course, but without alarm. That's wrong, isn't it? Shouldn't this bother him?]
I didn't know your reapers could do this. What's the point of it? [he brushes his free hand over the root encircling his other arm, marveling at the texture.]
Reply
Rose?
[ Uryuu's caresses call forth secondary rootlets, which spring up and weave about the fingers of his other hand. Meanwhile, the rootlet at his ankle hasn't been idle; it is also inexorably looping its way up his leg. ]
Reply
But the vines trailing higher don't, and he frowns deeply as the small rootlets catch his other hand. He shifts on his knees, looking behind him as well. No, wait, why is the Grell-rose wrapping around him? That isn't logical.] Wait...
[But it takes the monster's tendril looping under the chain of his Quincy cross to truly lift his alarm through the haze of the plant's pheromones. Uryuu jerks his arms, startled] Wait.
Reply
[ You're not the person Grell is looking for. You aren't the reason Grell pushed up through the earth, unwilling to be separated, even by DEATH ☆. And yet, you're very close - a fond reminder.
Which is why the tendrils pull tight when Uryuu jerks away. Which is why they twist, shredding the fine fabric of his clothes. ]
Reply
- it's Uryuu's passion for fashion. The Quincy twists and against the plant's loving embrace, trying to stand for added leverage. His costume hangs in tatters over his pale skin] Grell Sutcliff! If you have any understanding in that form, you'll release me at once! [he's stunned by the sheer audacity of the reaper. This is a far step beyond anything Grell has tried before.
Is it even really Grell?]
Reply
And then the rootlets shoot downwards, seizing and ripping the last of Uryuu's costume from his torso. ]
Rooo-oooooooooose.
{ This isn't really Grell. This is a monster. ]
Reply
Leave a comment