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. ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ William has a sudden flashback.

The Academy. The final assignment. Grell and William paired together.

When William had reaped Thomas Wallis' soul, releasing his cinematic record, the ribbons of film wound their way around his body, holding him fast and flashing Thomas' life story before his eyes.

Grell had rescued him then, cutting him free of the binding film strips. Now though, Grell was the one ensnaring him. ]

Grell...

[ His legs and arms incapacitated for the moment, he stumbles back, landing hard on the ground below him. ]

[tentagrells]

[ And down the Grell root goes with him, now coiling all around his limbs. The tendrils twist - ripping William's striped pajamas to shreds!

What drives this monster? Some unnatural combination of evil-mindedness, lust, and--

Loneliness?

What had become of Grell's soul, lost deep inside the Core? ]

[pushesupglasses]

[ Some part of William - obviously a part that's lost its mind - gets a small sense of comfort having Grell's monster embracing him. He had, admittedly, become lonely without Grell around, as well.

But, this was far cry from a truly loving embrace. The tiny thorns covering the roots were indeed ripping through William's pajamas and making hundreds of tiny cuts along his limbs.

This needed to stop. Now.

Able to move his arm just barely enough to function his scythe, William snips at the only bit of Grell that his scythe is aimed at: The swaying rose atop his head! ]

1/2

[tentagrells]

[ With William's pajamas torn to shreds, the monster was about to touch William in a far more personal way, when-- ]

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

2/2

[deathknellgrell]

[ In a sudden paroxysm, the rootlets clutch at William--and go limp. Seconds later, they turn to dust, washed away by the bloody rain.

The rose, however, remains. It's fresh and beautiful, as if it had just been cut. The teeth and the glasses are gone.

Nothing but a flower now, extraordinary only for its beauty. ]

Re: 2/2

[pushesupglasses]

[ A short sigh as the Grell root dissolves from around him.

A sigh of relief, but also of returning loneliness.

Remembering, though, that he was now rather exposed with his shredded pajamas lying in bits around him - oh and that he is still out in the darkness, with monsters even more dangerous than Grell lurking about - William stands, wincing slightly at the sting of all those little cuts. He is about to manifest back in doors, but he pauses, leaning down to pick up the rose that was left behind.

He'd known all along Grell would return. ]