Love keeps no time but life slips through your fingers
Day: 26
Characters: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet } & River Wenhamm {recerche }
Summary: In which he makes time to fulfil a promise
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Minutes after Midnight
Status: Closed / Incomplete
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The ball for all it's frivolities still had yet to match the balls back in England. Not that Grell minded terribly, for an occasion was an occasion and what a night it had been. He felt more like the lady covered in cinders with glass slippers rather than Juliet, for Juliet lived in comfortable luxury. Grell lived in a tiny cell and lacked even a simple hairbrush.
But not tonight, no! Tonight he was in a corsetted gown much like Angelina's, the trailing bustle heavy with delicate laces and beads. His hair gleamed in perfect curls, his face touched with make-up for the first time in what felt like a decade to the prim and proper Reaper. He had attended a grand ball full of beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen. The facade was almost perfect, except that though his escort was handsome and polite, he was not Prince Charming. And though it was after Midnight, this fairytale was not yet over.
Heels clicked, echoing in the empty hallways as Grell hurried towards a familiar cell. In his arms he cradled a smart black tophat, an odd request that Service had fulfilled out of amusement. The redhead came to a stop, leaning in close to the cell door.
"River?"
Characters: Grell Sutcliff {chainsaw_juliet } & River Wenhamm {recerche }
Summary: In which he makes time to fulfil a promise
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Minutes after Midnight
Status: Closed / Incomplete
*~*~*
The ball for all it's frivolities still had yet to match the balls back in England. Not that Grell minded terribly, for an occasion was an occasion and what a night it had been. He felt more like the lady covered in cinders with glass slippers rather than Juliet, for Juliet lived in comfortable luxury. Grell lived in a tiny cell and lacked even a simple hairbrush.
But not tonight, no! Tonight he was in a corsetted gown much like Angelina's, the trailing bustle heavy with delicate laces and beads. His hair gleamed in perfect curls, his face touched with make-up for the first time in what felt like a decade to the prim and proper Reaper. He had attended a grand ball full of beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen. The facade was almost perfect, except that though his escort was handsome and polite, he was not Prince Charming. And though it was after Midnight, this fairytale was not yet over.
Heels clicked, echoing in the empty hallways as Grell hurried towards a familiar cell. In his arms he cradled a smart black tophat, an odd request that Service had fulfilled out of amusement. The redhead came to a stop, leaning in close to the cell door.
"River?"