#rubeusmortem

[archaeval]

If you’re still doing height comparisons, Grelle is 5’9”, but often wears heels that take her to 6’ lol— gotta catch her without her shoes on sometime!

Height Comparisons // @rubeusmortem ;;

I'm giving grelle the advantage of heels lol

[archaeval]

INCORRECT QUOTES // @rubeusmortem ;;

( Send me 🗣️ (talking) for an incorrect quote of our muses )

[monmuses]

@rubeusmortem asked: hunting. our muses go hunting together, but what exactly will they be hunting? (Professionally, for Death?) ; 🌙 * ― 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑

    "There's an art when it comes to a job such as this. Requiring the utmost patience and precision in your souls, whether they are victims or prey of their circumstances," he muttered quietly. "As Death Itself, I must take the necessities to bare fangs or bear a paw.

    " ... but I must say ... you entice me with your aggressive hunting. I like it," he purred. "I know you're no Death. You're too human for that yet, quierda. Where did you learn?"

[monmuses]

@rubeusmortem asked: masquerade. our muses attend a masquerade ball, where masks shrouds faces and scandals thrive. (For Sebastian! Tho I imagine they didn’t show up together lol) ; 🌙 * ― 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑

    He rarely had his alone moments. For once, his services were not requested by Ciel and was given a day of vacation - a rare feat. He enjoyed himself when the time came, but Sebastian wasn't one to dive into his enjoyments too much when he had his free time. But dancing? A perfect choice for a clear night.

    Arriving to the center of the ballroom, he wore a black feathered mask that barely crossed above his nose. Simple, but perfect. A black cloak hugged his shoulders as he slipped onto the dance floor. Yet ... to his surprise, he saw a familiar shade of red across from him.

    "I suppose our eyes caught the same invitation," he noted with a soft smile. "I'm not surprised to see you attending this ball."

[archaeval]

You have dark little thoughts, Don't you?

sweet & spicy // @rubeusmortem ;;

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬. Well -- in truth, there were many. Irritant, thorn-in-the-side, pebble-in-the-shoe, nosey, overloud ... But list was needless and ultimately did nothing but serve to spiral Ruby's frustration at the woman whose presence haunted her library worse than any ghost. And yet Grelle's antics were almost expected by now, in the way she expected the third stair on the second flight to creak. It was ultimately an issue, but not one she ever got around to solving.

Ruby knew better than to shrug off the question with a feigned lack of understanding. No doubt it would only prompt Grelle to go into explanations that would turn any mortal's face red as her hair.

"My thoughts are my own," came her icy response. "Anything you imagine going through my head is purely your own creation, nothing more."

[agnus-dei-advocatus-diaboli]

Grelle growled, a fed-up, frustrated noise. “Again!” She barked, facing down Will— without her spectacles. “Come at me again. I’m ready.”

It had been two hours. One hour longer than she’d have normally spent at the gym at all that day, and certainly more time than she’d planned to give away in her time off that week.

She didn’t even pay mind to half her ponytail falling out, nor the bruises blooming on her skin from their spars.

“Don’t hold back!”

"Grelle..." It wasn't often that William would have trouble breathing. At all, and much less when sparring.

Of course Grelle was the best at getting that out of him, but this particular evening it was tougher than usual. "I think we should...consider a break"

It was in fact almost incredible to consider he was actually sore.

"I think we've had enough training...we should discuss what's making you so...well" He didn't mean to be cheeky about it, he was genuinely too exhausted to think.

[heartpatterned]

A grim reaper really isn’t meant to speak to demons directly. That said, this one is just a bit too fascinating— loathe as she’d ever be to stroke a man’s ego by verbal admittance of her thoughts— for Grelle to remain impartial enough not to tease him.

She doesn’t even swipe at him with her scythe. All she does is land in front of him, dressed appropriately— that is, stylishly— for the times, her hands splayed on her jutted hips.

“Naughty, naughty, you are. Being so brazen as you and your peers have been! You’ve caught the attention of God, I’ll have you know.”

@rubeusmortem (unprompted) | always accepting!

he can sense it, long before there's any sign of what it is, exactly. somewhere between honed instincts used to being around demons or being aware of when fans recognize him while in public (or huntr/x), and the saja comes to a graceful stop mere seconds before the answer literally drops in front him. the accent in her english throws him off, precious seconds going by in puzzlement rather than evaluating if he needs to deal with this before it's a problem.

romance blinks once in surprise before the act of charm is back up in full calm, smile warm; ideally, the stranger will either give grace while they are both in public, or he'll have to find a way to humanly disappear so he can avoid any mess. gwi-ma being after them for progress is, frankly, bad enough.

"is our music making it that far? i didn't know for sure we would even be so popular here at home," the reaper hums, posture relaxed but not open. not on his own or with her having appeared out of seemingly nowhere, though he does start fidgeting with one of his rings, twisting the band of hearts back and forth in thought. "sounds like you're new to the pride, and a visitor to seoul; for both, welcome! i hope you have a pleasant time here."

[agnus-dei-advocatus-diaboli]

"'Unhinged!' Oh, you know so well how to compliment me!" Grelle purrs.

"Oh? Kitty wants pets? Kitty wants back rubs hmm? Come here, kitty-kitty"

Hanna looks down from her full 210cm/6'10" with a condescending smirk, reaching with a hand to the Reaper.