The Saddest Reaper EVER.

[redcinemareel]

[Sitting in an isolated place in the Garden, somewhere away from just about everyone, is Grell beneath a tree. She's holding a stuffed animal in her hands, looking at it. Knowing who gave it to her. Who is no longer here.

Never has Grell looked so...lost. She sighs and leans back against a tree, hugging the plush toy close.]


...is it even worth making connections anymore?

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[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Your so--shit, Juliet. I'm sorry.

[ She actually, honestly is. That's pretty rare, for Kiden. ]

You'll get to see him when you go too, though, right?

[redcinemareel]

...no.

[Her sincerity is noted, and Grell's thankful for it, if she only knew how to express it well. She smiles sadly, tugging at the brim of the hat the plush toy is adorned with.]

He did miss going home, so maybe he'll enjoy himself more there...

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Right. I get it.

[ Someone Grell met here, then. Damn. ]

What kind of a kid was he?

[redcinemareel]

[She laughs lightly.] As his mother, I only have a biased reply, you know.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but telling me'll make you feel better. So shoot.

[redcinemareel]

[Glances over at Kiden before sighing, looking down to the plush doll.]

At first, he was so...meek. Scared and skittish. Humans have been so CRUEL to him... [Grits her teeth, calming after a few moments.] Marco and I became that nurturing family he needed.

[Bends her legs, propping the plush toy on her knees.] Beneath all the hurt and pain, Toby was such a sweet boy. Very much capable of caring for others. Even when he grew up in the BLINK of an eye. [Green eyes light up in remembrance of getting the gift.] He would never be too old for hugs.

[The lighthearted moment ends, and Grell's eyes darken.] Who will draw pictures of our family for us now... [Grell could barely make tea. And everyone saw her drawing skills.] ...or, what's left of it.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a cool kid.

[ If Kiden had thought Grell was the type for hugs, she would have offered one, but it didn't occur to her to--not to mention, the cigarette smell might put the other woman off. Instead, she let one hand fall to Grell's knee and gently squeezed. ]

He probably wouldn't want you to be sad.

[redcinemareel]

Far more than that. [If only Dave were around to give her more appropriate words.

Blinks at the hand, since most contact has been from Marco, or those who try to KILL HER. It's an awkward stare before Grell smiles and pats her hand.]

Knowing him, that would be correct. I'll need to dive right into my duties. [And suddenly, a scheming smirk is all over her face.] Oh YES.