Vrell awoke to a pounding head ache this wasn't the first nor his last time to go unconcious and hit his head on the floor, it surely didn't hurt as bad as when he had gone unconsious at the top of the stair case and went tumbleing down. Looking down he noticed the pink clothing and smiled slightly to himself, he knew his brother loved him no matter what he said and how he hurt him the little things he did always proved the love he felt. Vrell could never push Grell away despite what his older brother may think he still depended on him and the affection he recived from him no doubt the little amout it may be. Standing he made his way to the bath and started the water, stripping down he examined his body in the mirror a frown framed his pretty face.
"No matter what you look like you will not capture the attention of the one you covet so" he whispered to himself, he touched to water gently testing it and with a small whimper he sank into the water closing wide double irised lime eyes. His hair filled the water and fanned out like smoldering flames yet they were still so alive and seemed to bud out like new poppie's in the spring. He worked the shampoo and conditioner into his hair making sure he dare not miss a single silky strand, this was no doubt time consuming but it was all worth it in the young reapers mind. After he washed it out the shampoo and conditioner mixture from his long ruby colored hair he washed his caramel colored skin, pulling a towel from the tub side he dry himself. Pulling his hair up with a small pink ribbon, he tugged on a pink turtle-neck, white skirt, and white pink stripped stockings. It was rare he wear a skirt but today just felt like a day when a skirt may be required, making his way out the room he gripped the banister tightly at the top of the stair case. Hushed voices were drifting up the stair case and he peeked over the edge, he frowned unable to see the people and still to asleep to regester the voices. He decided against it and made his way down the stairs and turned into the kitchen to recognize Grell, his raven haired demon lover sebastian, his best friend Argenic, and the one that made that made Vrell's heart skip a beat in his chest the Undertaker.
"Good Morning" Argnic said softly with a kind smile his sun kissed skin making his being seem to glow, he was always Vrell's best friend no one understood him like he did. After all they had grown up together and at one point the two had been lovers, it had lasted through the harder times of the two's life still he wasn't the best for his friend and the two broke it off after a whole year. Now Argenic was dearly loved and coveted by the demon cat Vic or Victor who Vrell thought of as another brother, this made him happy to see the both of them so in love. Yet he felt he had been shut out from the world knowing not the love of another, and the feelings he harbored being unrequitted.
"Morning Argenic" He answered with a soft smile and friendly chime to follow, he made his way to the bar and caught a glimpse of black hair in the lap of Argenic. It made him smile he knew without getting another look that it was no doubt Vic laying his head in his lap getting his head pet, he always was affectionate toward his reaper partner hugging, kissing, and loving on him every chance he got. He also noticed that his brother was sitting in Sebastian's lap once he noticed all the love in the atmosphere he became tense. He chuckled lightly to make it soften the atmosphere and took the only open seat which so happened to be right next to undertaker. Vrell felt a swell of emotion in his chest like he may fall to a million piece's being so close to the man, he felt akward considering he had decided to wear something on the feminine side.
"Still haveing black outs?" Argenic pressed with concern upon his face, the tall black haired man moved in his lap peaking over the counter top at Vrell lazily. Vrell nodded in silence he knew he didn't have to because even though it seemed a question it was more insightful than many knew. Argenic sighed "I'll have to get you another perscription, you should be down to only a few" he said doing the mental math. Vrell grabbed the pills and dumped them on the table counting them out he took two of them with a glass of water.
"I have enough left for a week" he answered Argnic without the question being raised seeming to want to put the matter to rest. He had never really been a social butterfly and only really felt comfortable around a select few people, which caused his realationships to end soon with vrell being a abandoned. Still though all that abandonment he still feared being alone, he leaned to one side and slipped from the chair causing him to cling to undertaker's cloak.