"Wiiiiiillllllll!"
A blur of red came running into the office of William T. Spears, where he was trying to get through a pile of paperwork before Grell Sutcliff returned from collecting souls.
Will sighed and folded his arms, leaning back in his chair. He had failed; Grell had exploded through the door a lot earlier than expected. "I see you have returned," he said in an annoyed tone.
"Yep~! I collected all of the souls that I was supposed to! And guess who I saw tonight! I need to tell you all about it!" Grell's eyes were shining, he was clearly happy to have seen "him". Will, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.
Sebastian.
"You ran into the filthy demon that you have some ridiculous obsession with. Now leave, I am extremely busy. Honestly…" Grell pouted. They both knew he wasn't particularly busy; it was a quiet Wednesday evening.
"But I wanted to see my William! I've been away aaallll night! Can't I stay here with you for just a little-"
"No."
Will ignored the heartbroken expression that Grell had on his face and continued working through his pile of work. Grell left the office sadly, dragging his death-scythe behind him like a child would with an old toy. He left the Grim Reaper dispatch and sat down on the steps outside the entrance.
The short conversation he had with Will ran through his mind. To Grell, being rejected and ignored by Will was a regular thing. And ever since he had met Sebastian Michaelis, Will had been even more irritable than usual. Of course, Grell didn't expect him to want to hear about "Sebby darling", but he thought Will would...
"What did I expect?" Grell put his face in his hands. "For William to be jealous? I must be insane," he mumbled into his hands. Though the demonic butler Sebastian was attractive, he wasn't the one Grell wanted. He wanted the man he had spent years chasing, the one he had fallen in love with on his first real mission as a grim reaper, the one who ignored him, scolded him, pushed him away...
He laughed at himself. "I must be insane." With melancholy weighing down his heart, as it did every night when he was left alone, Grell rose from the place he was sitting to do what he did every night. He pushed his long hair out of his face and began walking.
He didn't bother changing his clothes. He threw his coat down at the end of his bed. He pulled off his false eyelashes and left them in front of his mirror.
The makeup that remained on his face was soon smudged as he buried his face in his pillow and clutched the blankets desperately.
He sobbed quietly into the pillow, thinking of Sebastian, thinking of Will, thinking of how alone he was in this world.
"I really love you, Will..." Grell choked out the words between sobs. Tears ran down his face. "Why don't you see it?"
