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✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 !! an indie, private, and highly selective grell sutcliff of y.ana t.oboso k.uroshitsuji/b.lack b.utler. dead dove, do not eat. mutuals only, 18+. read rules under cut before interacting !! ✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦
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"Shouldn't take too long, just a soul that seems to want to hide," she replied, "Once I can find it, I'll get out of your hair." A pause. "Beautiful color, by the way!"
Shifting from one foot to the other, she looked up at the apartment complex. A woman had died on the bottom floor, but when she looked through the window... The soul had bolted upstairs.
"It's in here somewhere."
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓! She’s all smiles now, won over — in the moment at least. ( Yes, it really is that easy sometimes! ) So now, probably to Konstantin’s relief, Grell actually intends to take this help seriously.
“ Have you noticed an uptick in soul collectors in the area? Do you think this might have something to do with one of them? ”
It would make sense — if the soul ran or was pulled away but stayed within the building, perhaps it was stolen away and kept by someone inside?
ㅤㅤㅤThe presence of a reaper was never without purpose. Sebastian may not be familiar with the ins and outs of their existence ( nor did he care to learn ) but he had seen enough to know that free time was a rarity amongst their kind, and where one went another was sure to follow. An entire organization was fixed on disrupting his dinner, with even former members determined to hinder his efforts. His dubiety for the reaper's explanation wasn't without cause. ㅤㅤㅤEyes heavy-lidded gave a subtle once-over of the space surrounding them. There weren't any signs of the blond fellow that had been a thorn in his side the last time, nor was there indication that the no-nonsense man that had warned him at the circus had tagged along. Hm. Solidarity might have been enough reason to allow his guard to but it was obvious that this reaper was acting on her own accord — and wasn't that terrifying thought all on its own ? Nobody would be keeping tabs on her, meaning she was allowed to do as she pleased. Hadn't these very circumstances been the birthplace of their first meeting ? ㅤㅤㅤThe brush of her touch against his chest brought with it the slightest wrinkle to the bridge of his nose. ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ I am sure there are plenty of pressing matters for you to attend to ; you're choosing to ignore them and instead are wasting my time. ❜❜ Sebastian's gloved fingers were indifferent where they swept away hers. ❛❛ I haven't the patience to play with you right now. ❜❜
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍. It’s to be exacted; his distaste for her, her kind, or anyone that “gets in his way” is near palpable, despite that beautiful, stoic exterior. She wonders if this is how he actually is, whether tethered to that brat or not — or is it all an act?
Sebastian may not be in the mood to entertain Grell but she isn’t finished playing with him, like a cat bats around a sting, or threatens to knock a glass off a table. She hoists herself to sit upon the counter, legs crossed elegantly, crimson hair cascading over her shoulder — always posing for him, showing him nothing but her best angles ( if she can help it, of course. )
“ I suppose the cat’s out of the bag, per se. It seems, dear Bassy, you may not run as tight of a ship as you’d like to think you do! Think of me as an exterminator, I’m here to take care of the rat you have in your walls! ”
If her calculations are correct, and her information to be trusted, someone is set to die in this house and soon — should be easy, right?
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅: 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! @officesiiren ! an independent, private, highly selective headcanon interpretation of grell sutcliff of yana toboso’s kuroshitsuji / black butler, adored by 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ( he/him. twenty5+ ) ✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦
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₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 1 / ??
If Grell understood the ordeal that it took to get her out of that place, she might be a little more understanding of Willow's completely feral response to being met with strangers wanting to talk about it. Willow knows that she wont make it to Zero's at this pace, with the redhead so close behind, so she turns to her secondary tactic, as a cornered animal.
Willow spins on her heels, fingers tensed into claws, eyes black as pitch. Fangs glint in the low California sun.
This street is empty, but Willow would risk the exposure even if it weren't.
"Stay back. Stay away. I'm not going. I'm not going back there.
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃. She’s seen way worse, way scarier — the teeth Willow bears even mirrors her own. But she is thankful the chase has seemingly ended, at least for now. Grell stops, close enough to grab Willow if needed but far enough to hopefully ease some of her anxieties, weight shifted to entirely one hip. She’s smiling at the little predator—prey animal that hisses and spits like a kitten.
“ Do you have a hearing problem? I told you I’m not taking you anywhere. That's not even my job. ” Condescension is dripping from her tone – fake nice, like a high school bully or an HR representative. Her jaw is set hard, “ All I need from you is to answer a couple of questions, fill out some paperwork, and then you won’t be my fucking problem anymore. ”
The sun is setting, casting everything in a rich golden light. This was all supposed to be easy, a quick in and out — she was supposed to be in some rooftop bar balcony, charming free drinks out of rich business men whose lives could use a little more color. “ If you stop running and give me a moment of your time, I can get back to my holiday, you can get back to… whatever it was you were doing, and everything will be fine. Understand? You’re making this worlds harder than it has to be. ”
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@corvus--coraxx ✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ continued from here.
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒! He plays his part well — the stoic butler, perfect and beautiful and emotionally unavailable in every way. Ever so polite despite his obvious distaste for her — she’s no fool, she knows, and if anything that’s part of the fun. Push him as far as she can just to see if she can put a crack in the beautiful facade… Is she trying to win him over? Is she looking for a fight? It’s possible not even she knows the answer to that.
“ Oh, darling, I came to see you, ” another forward gesture, she places a palm on his chest. She looks her absolute best for him today, will he even notice? “ It’s so rare that we have time to ourselves, wouldn’t you agree? Just you and I, no pressing matter to attend to, no reason to fight — just us… ”
Her smile betrays her, though. Perhaps her presence here isn’t so purposeless after all.
Willow is not the most sensible driver to grace LA’s streets, she speeds occasionally, easily distracts herself with thoughts and has been known to brake-check anybody who even slightly triggers her road rage. Now, with Hell hot on her heels, she is even less sensible. Definitely speeding, definitely dangerously overtaking anybody who dares block her path and even skipping red lights.
In survival mode she is less likely to care about hitting civilians or causing a crash. Her objective is to get to Zero’s; she knows he has several charms protecting the property. He might not appreciate her bringing miss Corporate Baddie to his doorstep, but the time for caring for others feelings has passed.
Willow has no other option to slam her foot on the brakes when she sees the traffic up ahead, however. The redhead shouts after her as she pulls up onto the curb and parks up, opting to go on foot. Fucking Los Angeles traffic. Willow runs as fast as she can.
“Likely fucking story—” Like a cat-hiss. “I’m not going back—-“
✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! Grell’s annoyance is quickly fermenting into a blood red rage — again! This was supposed to be easy! Miss Willow is a demon surrounded by ghosts and ghouls and death — surely a grim reaper would be interesting! Not too out of the ordinary! According to the details on her file, she’s pretty obsessed with the concept of death as it is.
So what gives! This is just rude!
But the playfield is leveled once Willow leaves her car — the crimson reaper can catch up quickly, close enough that Willow can hear the clack of her heels on the pavement behind her but just far enough that Grell can’t get a good grasp of her shirt. Some turn to look and gawk and the commotion, but mostly the city minds its own damn business.
“ If I were tasked to reap your soul, I most certainly already would have! ” she’s reaching out to grab Willow but her fingertips merely graze the back of her shirt. Grell growls in frustration.
