Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Cheslock
“Oh my dear mercy, there are a lot of you aren't there?” Grell placed the back of his hand on his forehead and swooned directly into your lap. “I fear I've grown ever so terribly feint my dear girl. You'll have to see yourself up.”
“Oh, you poor dear, do you need something to drink? I'd hate to think you're suffering on my account.” With a worried look, you ran your fingers through Grell's deep red hair.
“No, no, just leave me.” Grell cupped his hand next to his mouth and whispered to you. “I'm fine, but with any luck, my dear Bassy will come to rescue me.” He winked and waved you away. “Now go, have a good time my kind darling.”
“O-okay then, if you insist.” After gently removing Grell from your lap, you stood to your feet and straightened out the wrinkles in your dress. With Grell still moaning and complaining behind you, you walked to the center of the large room and placed your hand inside his
(Gregory Violet x reader) Admiration
Violet Wolf. The house meant for the arts. You felt conflicted at the almost haunted look the main dorms had, before shaking your head to let it go. 'It would be future inspiration.' You had been telling yourself that for ages. Today would be the day you put justice to your words.
You sat down on the grass, and flipped open your sketch book. You flipped through it, trying to find at least one clean page. You finally found the last one and pulled out a pencil and eraser. All your other pencils of varying shades were in your dorm room.
Classes were done for the day so many people went around you in their way back to the dorms. Your fingers became black from graphite, and the picture before you slowly took on life. Soon the buildings and varying background was complete. The building seemed to be lacking spirit though. This was the violet wolf house. If anybody should be able to bring spirit to their house, it should be these students.
You drew in a few people who you saw, but none seemed
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven GregoryViolet
“It seems to be that time, again.” With an over dramatic sigh, Grell stumbled over to you and grasped your hand. “Hurry girl, I fear I won't be lasting much longer, my vision has grown weak, and my muscles ache.”
Though you were more than willing to play, and very glad he'd chosen you, there was no way you were going to fall for his act. “Grell, this is only a game, if such trivial things exhaust you, perhaps you should consult with a physician.” Knowing you'd probably upset him with your snide remark, you walked yourself up to his purse and picked an item. You looked down at your item and crinkled up your nose. “I haven't the slightest idea what I'm holding right now.” In your hand was a gray mass of an almost clay like substance.
When you lifted your eyes from the strange item, there was a cloaked figure standing only inches from you. “It's an eraser, best used with charcoal.” After grabbing his eraser fr