No Escaping When I Start
WHO: Grell Sutcliffe (bloodycinematic) & Sebastian Michaelis (urpersonaldemon)
LOCATION: Sebastian's abode.
WEEK: Week 66
TIME: Saturday while it is still raining before the day clears out
WHAT: Having mentioned a 'date' if the red head slept, the poor delusional Grell suckers right in, venturing to Sebby's place.
RATING: PG 13
Grell had tossed and turned nearly all night, half awake due to injuries and half away due to excitement alone. But no, he had to sleep. So Madame Red had come over for a little, had helped him relaxed and with renewed hair and spirits, he was finally asleep. He had awoken later to the sound of rain, glancing over at the clock.
He had only slept a few more hours and with a long stretch of his supple feminine body, his hair slithered down his back, arching lightly against his ticklish spine and with an exit of the bed, the demon's mark, the bind seal was covered by a pair of well worn pants and shirt, slipping on his gloves. He wouldn't need the vest today, or the red coat, nor wanted to wear it. At least Grell was back in heels, and his hair was long and beautiful again.
Beckoning William to his side, he was down the halls in a hurry, chiding himself to take it slow and flipped out the umbrella to shelter them both from the rain. William didn't seem to mind it at all and the faithful Mightyenna bounded at his side towards the hut just on the grounds. With a careful knock he waited. He knew he was home. Grell always knew.
LOCATION: Sebastian's abode.
WEEK: Week 66
TIME: Saturday while it is still raining before the day clears out
WHAT: Having mentioned a 'date' if the red head slept, the poor delusional Grell suckers right in, venturing to Sebby's place.
RATING: PG 13
Grell had tossed and turned nearly all night, half awake due to injuries and half away due to excitement alone. But no, he had to sleep. So Madame Red had come over for a little, had helped him relaxed and with renewed hair and spirits, he was finally asleep. He had awoken later to the sound of rain, glancing over at the clock.
He had only slept a few more hours and with a long stretch of his supple feminine body, his hair slithered down his back, arching lightly against his ticklish spine and with an exit of the bed, the demon's mark, the bind seal was covered by a pair of well worn pants and shirt, slipping on his gloves. He wouldn't need the vest today, or the red coat, nor wanted to wear it. At least Grell was back in heels, and his hair was long and beautiful again.
Beckoning William to his side, he was down the halls in a hurry, chiding himself to take it slow and flipped out the umbrella to shelter them both from the rain. William didn't seem to mind it at all and the faithful Mightyenna bounded at his side towards the hut just on the grounds. With a careful knock he waited. He knew he was home. Grell always knew.