~A Grelliam thing i just wrote spur of the moment that i posted on my tumblr.
Hopefully it's good it's rather short though. I might continue it if I feel like it in the future.~
The day was January 23, 1927. The streets of London's lower East side were alive with the sights and sounds of debauchery. A place where a certain redheaded reaper fit right in.
Grell Sutcliff.
This particular reaper was grinning from ear to ear in a dazzling red flapper dress. She looked absolutely fabulous.
Men all over the place came flocking to her telling of her beautiful crimson hair and, her lovely cat like eyes. All of these things that she's heard before from just about every other man that she's met.
Every man except for him.
Her beautiful two-toned orbs met with his equally mesmerizing gaze. His eyes were so cold and, they often looked right through her. She often found herself looking into those beautiful eyes for something..Anything..
But all that she got was chills. His cold gaze never faltered in its intensity and it gave the little redhead chills. He never failed to fall prey to those eyes even when he was surrounded by so many beautiful men in such classy clothes, he always found himself being pulled back by that gaze.