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[grellrot]

@courteous-corvus liked for a Rare Grell™

”Mister Sebastian…”

Grell bit back a smile. This was a twist in her mundane masquerade that she never could have anticipated. A demon was teaching her to make Yorkshire puddings---or at least trying to. How could she be expected to pay attention to ratios of oil and batter when they were two supernatural butlers, not to mention  sworn enemies, sharing a kitchen? And of course, it didn’t help that he was distractingly gorgeous...

The air of a shared secret between them was thrilling, but she had to ask.

“You’re never going to bring it up, are you?”

[grellrot]

@elegantribbons​

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“Hello, Grel! I was wondering would you mind if I did you hair? Kind of a test for a new braided bun I saw!” Elizabeth explained.

“As my lady wishes…” Grell said, resigned, and tugged the ribbon out of her hair. Ordinarily, she enjoyed having her hair played with, but in this case she feared it was just going to be roughly tugged about by a sticky-fingered child.

[grellrot]

@salty-scottish-shinigami

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Eric quirked a brow when he saw Grell’s appearance. He wasn’t put off by the blood, it was a common occurrence in field work. What was strange was the hair and change of glasses.

“Er… alrigh’,” he replied. “Wha’re ye doin’ out ‘ere dressed li’ tha’?” he wondered, truly baffled. “Ye int’ s'me sort o’ trouble, Red??”

“Trouble? Me? Banish the thought! I’m simply...” Grell twirled a stray strand of hair around her finger, wondering how best to phrase this. “...in a theatrical production of sorts, you see? It’s full-time, immersive---really quite avant-garde.”

Well, it wasn’t a total lie.