LOG; touch my tra la la; GRIMMJOW + SZAYEL

[shakethesound]

who; Grimmjow + Szayel
what; A midnight ride
when; After this.
where; idk paradisa
why; Santa needs comforting.  ;~;
rating; pg - nc17 mebe 8)

He was ruined.  Completely, horribly ruined.  He needed to write his name in big, block letters all over the "naughty" list, and make himself eat a dozen bags of coal to atone for his sin.  Still feeling light-

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[thisnewvoodoo]

Szayel had been in his room since the whole thing had started. At first he'd tried to invent an amazing hat for himself that would hide his horrible head problem, but eventually he'd forgotten about the whole transforming into a reindeer thing and had given in to his incredible craving for carrots.

At this particular moment he was impatiently waiting for Tesla to bring more carrots, and in the meantime was admiring said velvety pink fur in the mirror; but when he heard Grimmjow's anguished sob in the chambers of his cervine heart, he dashed to his room and knocked on the door with his antlers.

[shakethesound]

Each time Grimmjow saw Szayel, he seemed ... pinker. And more lustrous. Szayel's fur shone like the light of a luminous pearl in the deep depths of the ocean, and he already started feeling better the moment he let Octava-kun prance into his room.

"Have a carrot," he said gruffly, shoving the phallic object in Szayel's face. All of a sudden he fell to his knees, feeling immense pain in his torso. His torso, where he packed all of those midnight cookies -- he was remembering a strange, sad emptiness that he couldn't comprehend. Why? With an irrational desire to kill something, he pulled another carrot out of his pocket and stabbed the wall with it.

[thisnewvoodoo]

Being adept at and used to swallowing long objects, Szayel gulped down the carrot and tried to ignore the odd feeling he was getting that Grimmjow had gotten fat. That was ridiculous; Grimmjow had always been fat.

He watched until he had let go of the wall carrot and ate that too, but he couldn't ignore the obvious self-loathing and sadness emanating from Grimmjow, even if a secret and generally inaccessible part of his brain was laughing really hard, so he nudged Grimmjow's shoulder and blinked his enormous reindeer eyes questioningly.

[shakethesound]

Grimmjow felt like poking out those shiny, sparkly eyes of his with the large candy cane by his bed. It was named 'Kitty', but he felt that there was a strangely ferocious aura about it. It would be best not to feed that to Szayel. He was Mrs. Claus' favorite reindeer, after all.

"The fuck are ya lookin' at?!" he yelled, looking derisively at the goddamn pansy-horse with useless brown things perched on its head. After a moment of silence, Grimmjow realized what he had said. After another moment, he realized it felt damn good. Almost like his true self was coming out ...

Wait.

But that couldn't be his true self, he was SANTA. He banged his head on the wall furiously, begging the forefathers and Jesusjaques to forgive him. When he was all done, he gave Szayel another carrot he had pulled out of his hat.

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[ripplingophelia]

I love you both so much. :')

ooc;

[abrighterjoy]

i... think i ship these two now *___*