#favstian

          “ sebastian. ” for a woman so refined in her ways, gifted in the arts of motherhood and being a proper wife, she had gained something of a smugness near the man for whom she’d held such dark secrets. though, what happened within manor walls was never to leave. and so she did her duties, yet was sure to have some fun as she did.                child was held to her chest ( the boy, just less than a year old, small enough that her voice is kept down as to not disturb him ), sleeping peacefully, head nestled just above the woman’s decolletage. the girl, older, is asleep as well, napping in her room. a household filled with memories of her own childhood. only there was one boy, rather than two.               a hand lazily reaches over to her teacup, sitting on the side table next to her chair, eyes on the demon at all times. and, motions fluid as ever, one fingertip knocks it over, spilling the liquid from the delicate floral porcelain ( a set she’d picked out ). one hand lifts to her lips, covering her mouth as if so embarrassed that she just couldnt handle it. “ oh, i’m so clumsy. won’t you pick that up for me ? ”

The reaper in red, having recently returned from a tiring day’s work that stretched long into the night, collapsed upon a chaise that occupied a corner of their boisterously decorated sitting room.

A feathered caller was the last thing Grell expected to receive; even if there was that glimmer of hope in the back of his mind that perhaps, this night, those welcomed shadows would seep into his world.

The reaper’s moment of exhaustion and self pity were put on hold when otherworldly senses alerted him someone was near. Not just someone.. a demon. ...And not just any demon.. Grell’s demon.

A gasp was drawn in as Grell lept to his feet, followed by a flurry of red as the distracted reaper nearly found the floor with his face, after stumbling over a low table in the center of the room.

Glinting dual toned eyes scanned the shadows, once some semblance of balance and composure were regained. Though.. he couldn’t find the one he was sensing. Initially a frown crossed his features, but.. then remembered his darling Raven was a tricky one, and could at times go about unseen if he so chose.

So Sebastian was watching him? He must be, if he could sense the demon so close by. In fact, he could feel eyes on him.. but just where was his dark one lurking?

That’s when the subtlest movement caught his peripheral, and he whirled around to face the window. Jaw dropping to discover the ebony bird perched on the outer ledge of the window.  There was no question in the reaper’s mind just who this feathered creature was. He knew Sebastian was perfectly capable of donning other forms, thus his treasured pet name for him, even if Grell had never fully interacted with Sebastian in the shape of a corvid. Though.. he had encountered a bird, who he suspected was his demon, flying away from time to time.

“Heavens! Bassy!” The reaper exclaimed in a rush to throw open the window. “Come in, come in! I would say you’ll catch your death out there in the cold, but we both know it isn’t possible... and, if I’m the Death you catch, well... what a lovely way to end the night that would be.” Grell flirted, grinning.

{ -Awkward cough- }

*see’s that @favstian is liking my posts. sudden blush*

     “Just because I was there at the scene of the crime doesn’t mean I’m the one who did it.” she says, her expression as blank as a doll -- skin as porcelain as the like too. Her eyes, though, were such an array of emotive things. The shade or tone told so much when she did not, like the pensive collective meandering with guarded stiffness that reflected in her very still seat. She happened to be at one place at the worst time, and more than anything -- because of her pallor and peculiarity -- was deemed a witness, collaborator, or the killer in general.

     “Here I thought the human system in law and justice had evolved to be worth something since the days of eye-for-an-eye...” she mutters, rosy lips pursing slightly with faintest inkling of her sharper canines and second-incisors. Things that can very easily kill, just like her black pointed ‘nails’ which may as well be claws.

     “I’d like to know why a butler is gathering sensitive information in a case that does not involve them nor their little noble, as if anything quick could be done of it before the actual perpetrator goes and claims another useless life at the distinct insufficiency of law scrambling about with the usefulness of a religious text.”

There she was, in a room with the butler in question whose name she has not received, and was under the orders of someone clearly a noble and apparently a child at that -- if overhearing conversations has given her anything in the office-space of the Yard. She was walking about the street of her own business and according, gathering quite the onlookers as it was because of her peculiarity, when she stumbled upon the curiosity of the scent of heavy copper and muffled screaming. Standing around at the scene of a crime with little care for who knew what by exact reasons -- which is why she was being pressed by all these humans.

The young feline merely lounged against the soft cushions as he had tried to endeavor warmth & mere comfort, his eyes slowly shutting themselves, purring at his ease & luxury. His ears twitched, his tail swaying side to side as he felt disturbance, stirring from his brief cat-nap the young feline peered his eyes open to catch the sight of the demon massaging his ears.