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tampered2008-10-24 02:08 am
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log; complete
When; 24th's midnight
Rating; PG-13 likely
Characters; Grell Sutcliff [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deathbutler] & Tybalt, Prince of Cats [tangodelamuerte]
Summary; Where there's talk of Romeo and Juliet, surely there's talk of Tybalt. But words offend, do they not, and slights are amassed, so that duel only may settle them. Thankfully, both of these men's (man and lady, mind) favorite color is red.
Log;
It was only more fitting that is was Tybalt.
His Sebastian was not there, no, but amusements still presented themselves. They always could, to one like him. To someone who loved the color red as much as he, someone who would even bend the rules of death for his own play, this sort of a duel really was a passing fancy.
But, ah- His heart sung, to imagine meeting the Tybalt. What a lark, to be able to meet such characters. This City was certainly full of surprises. And the feel of his death scythe in the palm of his hand, against his glove, now- that felt like home more than London, more than the boring duties of shinigami, the gaze of a Madame, or even the stoic face of one demon, Sebastian.
And so, Grell Sutcliff, Jack the Ripper, Butler of Death, a rose by any other name, waited for a duel by moonlight.
Rating; PG-13 likely
Characters; Grell Sutcliff [
deathbutler] & Tybalt, Prince of Cats [tangodelamuerte]Summary; Where there's talk of Romeo and Juliet, surely there's talk of Tybalt. But words offend, do they not, and slights are amassed, so that duel only may settle them. Thankfully, both of these men's (man and lady, mind) favorite color is red.
Log;
It was only more fitting that is was Tybalt.
His Sebastian was not there, no, but amusements still presented themselves. They always could, to one like him. To someone who loved the color red as much as he, someone who would even bend the rules of death for his own play, this sort of a duel really was a passing fancy.
But, ah- His heart sung, to imagine meeting the Tybalt. What a lark, to be able to meet such characters. This City was certainly full of surprises. And the feel of his death scythe in the palm of his hand, against his glove, now- that felt like home more than London, more than the boring duties of shinigami, the gaze of a Madame, or even the stoic face of one demon, Sebastian.
And so, Grell Sutcliff, Jack the Ripper, Butler of Death, a rose by any other name, waited for a duel by moonlight.