☠Seventh Reel: Brooding [CLOSED]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell and Undertaker
Where: The Golden Rapier, in Undertaker's work area
When: After Izanami eating Humble Pie makes a stupid post.
What: Grell has a few things to discuss at first.
Warnings: Probably PG13 to be safe, because of reapers.
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

After attempting to clarify things with Izanami, and failing (not on her part, of course), Grell decided to pay a visit to Undertaker. She didn't bother with walking, however, and simply appeared in a dark corner. Her presence would be easily known to him, more than likely. The area was still as macabre as the last she saw it, but something was off.

They stocked this place with much more than what was left, and while she didn't know how fast Undertaker worked, there should have been...more.

She made a curious sound while looking around. So very odd...

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[intostitches]

The outer edges of his eyes creased just the slightest as he smiled, gaze meeting hers. It had been some time since he'd seen that face with any sort of clarity, but the close proximity certainly helped with that. Glasses and hairstyle aside, Grell was still as he remembered more than a century ago.

It had been almost too easy to set her off like so, but he found it to be rather endearing, the eccentricity and excitement behind her words - and then, how could he hesitate, given such permission! Hand carefully wrapping into locks of cascading sanguine, he pulled her in to close the distance between them. Briefly and affectionately, he nuzzled the tip of his nose to hers while breathing a chuckle between them.

"If you say so, fairest."

Not a moment later would he embrace those very lips with his own, to claim them in a kiss.

[redcinemareel]

The creases suited him as he smiled. Likewise, it had been a while since she could see his face properly. Being pulled close helped, leaving Grell with using her free hand to balance herself with the shift. Her eyes flutter closed once at the brief brush of their noses, half lidded at his acceptance before closing again once their lips meet.

If there were truly poison passing between them, then it would be happily taken. The hand holding back his bangs slid to the side, allowing silver strands to fall to their original place. It did little to disturb their lip lock, as it had been quite some since such affections were bestowed upon her. Grell gave a hum of content in response.

[intostitches]

After a long, lingering moment, he'd break the mesh of their lips; though, he would not move far. Alas, in his position at the time, he was not able to do much more - but resting his forehead to hers, he'd allow his lids to fall again with a smile.

"Mm. If milady should ever doubt her honor, by the way, she'll always hold my esteem, regardless," he uttered, words languid and soft.

[redcinemareel]

Yes, sitting in a coffin did that.

"Hmm~?" Grell replied, smiling softly. "Are you going to defend that, should any sea boar idle through and step out of line?" She absentmindedly twirled a strand of silver hair around her finger, her own eyes watching for his reaction.

[intostitches]

Having Grell play with his hair certainly wasn't bothersome. Undertaker rather enjoyed it, in fact. To her question, however, he found himself snickering.

"It would be a great disservice to rob a capable lady of her own battles, don't you think~?" Pulling back, he'd meet her gaze with a happy little hum. "Mnn, no, I'd much rather take whatever you have to give, and assist in de~stroy~ing what's left."

[redcinemareel]

Grell giggled and gave a nod. "That would be the correct answer. Take everything and give NOTHING but Hell in return!"

Ah, if she could burn the world, she would. She had a crazed grin on her face.

[intostitches]

Always so excitable! Quite easily, she earned another chuckle from him as so, and he decided the endeavor to be quiiite rewarding, as of then. Moments with her were never boring, and more often than not left him with something to ~smile about~, even if it were typically at her expense. She was surprisingly compliant about pursuing his interests, or easily enough swayed -- impressionable, perhaps? Useful, surely. It seemed that she looked up to him, and in turn, he was very fond of her! Attracted, yes. They would benefit one another well, for as long as they made nice, and a little extra affection was always welcome...

Well, it couldn't have been considered a healthy relationship, what they had - but they weren't entirely healthy beings! It all wasn't bad, to start, considering.

"I see. How convenient that I meet your standards."

[redcinemareel]

Impressionable, if the means were interesting enough to pursue the goal, which was why she was continuing. Admittedly, she was doing so to keep an eye on him, but...now she couldn't care less what he did, so long as she got to play and do as she pleased.

Nothing was healthy about them, but that was what made it fascinating. Her looking up to him, their obvious attraction for one another, and their less than stellar morals all formed a toxic concoction sweet to the taste and smooth going down. Indeed, their allegiance to one another would be mutually beneficial.

Grell smirked, pushing back some hair behind her ear. "You should be proud to have hurdled over the bar I set." If it were any higher, surely they would need wings. "Did you wish to continue brooding alone, or have your spirits arisen from their defiled ground?"

[intostitches]

"Heh. I do believe you've managed put me in better spirits, yes," Undertaker uttered rather softly, hand finding hers to lace their fingers. "Are you offering to stay with me, my dear?"

If Grell would allow it, he'd guide her to join him in his coffin, on his lap and into awaiting arms.

"I would like that."

[redcinemareel]

She'll allow it, settling comfortably with a soft smile. Her hands weren't gloved at the moment, so seeing the polished red nails being one of two differences between their hands was interesting. "If it will help, I don't see why not." A dark setting, a dark gentleman, and a coffin.

Really, how could she just leave?

[intostitches]

Undertaker briefly chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle along her jaw just so, whilst slipping his arm about her waist. "What a charitable miss." Though as soon as he did, he pulled the other reaper, holding her to his chest, so that they could both safely fall back - with a fwump - to lay comfortably within the coffin's confines.

"That's better♥." Mischievous little grin pulling at his lips, he would slip his hand from hers to pet beneath that pretty little chin, coaxing it up so that he may steal another kiss.

[redcinemareel]

Grell smiled softly, her eyes sliding closed at the affectionate nuzzle, before things started to tilt and then that fwump. It wasn't very graceful or romantic! Of course, she grabbed onto him while they fell, more out freaking out because they were falling sideways.

"Give some sort of warning!" Although she pouted angrily, Grell didn't turn down the opportunity to have a kiss stolen from her.

[intostitches]

Undertaker paid little mind to her fussing, in favor of that kiss - a soft, yet heated embrace of their lips. With Grell's consent then, he wouldn't hesitate to tighten his embrace around her - pull her body closer and take hold of her jaw, as he slowly, precisely drew his tongue along the part of her mouth.

For as aggravating as he could be, perhaps the old man had a few redeeming qualities, as well.