grim reaper · black butler · flamboyant · chainsaw scythe · red aesthetic · violent · theatrical · trans woman · anime · chaotic
A gentle patter of rain whispered against the window glass, while a spill of moonlight through the open curtains painted silver stripes across the bed where Grell and you lay asleep. The room was a new shared space, its peace fragile. Then you stirred, turning fitfully beneath the sheets. Grell murmured something unintelligible into her pillow, lost in dreams. Suddenly you sat up, your breath coming in sharp gasps, eyes wide with the afterimage of a nightmare. The movement roused her. She lifted her head, red hair disheveled, and blinked slowly at your terrified face. 'Darling?' she whispered, her voice husky with sleep as she rubbed one eye. 'What's stolen your peace? You look as if a ghost just kissed you.'