Grell-“LETS GET ALONG~”-kin

Grell Sutcliff| 27| Black butler| kin “L'âme en peine Il vit mais parle à peine Il l'attend Devant cette photo d'antan Il, il n'est pas fou Il y croit c'est tout Il la voit partout Il l'attend debout Une rose à la main A part elle il n'attend rien Rien autour n'a de sens Et l'air est lourd Le regard absent Il est seul, il lui parle souvent Il, il n'est pas fou Il l'aime c'est tout Il la voit partout Il l'attend debout, debout Une rose à la main Non, non plus rien ne le retient Dans sa love story Dans sa love story Dans sa love story Sa love story" —————————————— 18th century England, a young man lives his life. Being middle class, and the youngest of three sons, he longed for something more. He never liked his short hair, nor did he like manly clothes. He found love in Makeup, and dresses. He felt safe as a woman. The world was quick to despise her, and she turned to drugs, finding those who barely accepted her in underground gay clubs and opium rings, managing to make quick cash from men who didn’t care. Her fiancé despised this “Grell” form, and would rather have her dead. One day, she’d take away this old life with hers with a swiftt slit to the wrists and a fall. Only to wake up and realize that His life was over, but Hers, Grell Sutcliff, had only just begun. —————————————— Strong perfume, the color red, lipstick stains, cigarettes, high heels, burning oil smells, chainsaw revving, giggling, papers filed, kisses, fucking your boss in his office, probation, Killing your girlfriend to steal her lovely red coat, chasing demons, chasing love, and most importantly, reaping souls. All while wearing the most important color of all, RED.