Crimson Linings
Milk teas were shared during the duration of sunset.
The red-head in front of him silently sipped the beverage, pearls often rising from the cup. Grell would make a sound of surprise when he felt the small pearl land on his mouth unexpectedly. Removing his mouth from the straw, the crimson-haired beauty nibbled on the little black dewdrop with his vivaciously, shark-like teeth.
William chuckles amusingly at his companion, delectably looking at his own milk tea.
There was a moment of silence between the two.
"Darling?" Grell whimpered slightly, a way of him to grab attention from the stern supervisor.
William did not look up from his untouched drink, "Yes, Grell."
"Do you believe in silver linings?" Grell was uneasy, he could tell. The way his voice trembled a little, and the sound of the thick straw scratching the bottom of the plastic cup.
"I do not," the bitter reaper replied, "Humans just find it comforting to hear such a doubtful line from a dead poet."
Grell mumbled, "That is a bit harsh darling."
"We're reapers Sutcliff," he said quietly, "Everything we do is to kill what is destined to die or not. Our hands hold human life lines. Harshness is not rare for us."
"I know that," he snapped theatrically, "But you must have some sort of silver lining in your life as a reaper?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment, "No, none at all."
"Now," he blurted, surprising the red-head from his deep stare. "Let us go, grab your chainsaw and we shall reap tonight."
"Yes, yes another collection of cinematic records," Grell tossed aside the milk tea, ignoring the uneaten pearls and revving up his chainsaw. "Where to this time?"
"Somewhere along the between the streets of Lombard and Abingdon, the woman's name is Charlotte Harrison, born on the twenty-fifth of May, married to Aiden Harrison, Korean company owner."
"Ah, then let us head to this filthy rich woman!" The two sped off into before sunset came.
By the time the sun dropped, the lovely Miss Charlotte died with her lovely jade dress splattered with excess blood ("The redder she wears, the more beautiful a dying lady is!") and destroyed jewellery.
The two finished before the strike of dinner time. Grell thought it would be the perfect moment to bring back the topics of silver linings and such.
"For the last time Grell, I do not have a silver lining."
Grell opened his lips to reveal sparkling white pointy teeth; William did not hesitate to capture those alluring red lips between his.
"Silver linings are for those who are innocent," he said quietly.
"I just prefer crimson ones."
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Wow that sucked, I am so sorry.
It was rushed in an hour or so but here it is.
The milk tea idea was completely random (I was craving for it right now and woo, it just an image of Grell and William sipping milk under the afternoon sun appeared. So cool.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.