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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[livebymysmile.livejournal.com]

[Have a Duo, Grell. You look like you could use the company.]

What sorta question is that? [He wanders over, plopping down onto the ground near where Grell is sitting.]

Everyone leaves our lives sometimes, it's just how it works. That doesn't mean we should stay isolated forever though. Just means we should make the most of the time we get with people. Live life to the fullest, like each day is your last, and all that mushy crap.

[xnotarunt.livejournal.com]

[ This reaper likes hanging in trees, dontchaknow? But she hears the sigh and the voice and decides to just kinda hang upside down from a low hanging branch a little beside Grell. ]

Course it is. Sure, they're tough but yeah. What happened?

[ Upside down headtilt. ]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden wasn't expecting to see Grell on her smoking break. She normally doesn't go all the way out here to smoke, but why cause problems when you can avoid them? Grell's hair is tough to miss, though, so Kiden makes her way over, frowning at the reaper's solemn expression--and that question. ]

Emo doesn't suit you, Juliet. What's up?

[ Flopping down next to her, cigarette between her lips. ]

[redcinemareel]

[Duo lecturing her about loss? Very amusing. A light chuckle and a wry smirk is her response.]

The code I live by, actually. [Looks down at the plush toy.] I must be getting WEAK if I can't do such. [SIGHS in frustration. She...shouldn't get so worked up over this.]

[redcinemareel]

[Jumps back at the sudden head in her vision. What the Hades?!

Sobers and relaxes in her spot.]

...my son is gone.

[redcinemareel]

[Smoking is gross.]

Neither do cigarettes. [Hums softly, idly petting the plush doll.] Everything, and possibly nothing at the same time.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco's eyes are wet and he just wraps two fiery blue wings around her and tries not to crumble himself.]

Always. [It's quiet and subdued.]

[redcinemareel]

[Doesn't even bother flinching. She knows who it is.]

...I'm starting to have my doubts. [Leans in closer] Perhaps it's a folly best left for mortals.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Always, yeah.

[Of course Snow has to interject himself, to defend the whole principle of human connection. He wouldn't be himself otherwise.]

[redcinemareel]

[Glances up to him. Man, that strains her neck.]

Not a surprising response from you, Instructor.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[He plants his back against the tree and slides down to a seat. Save her some neck strain.]

With a question like that, I bet you just lost someone you cared about.

[redcinemareel]

[Watches him slide down before looking forward, nodding.]

That is correct.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

You can't change the past. Bad... or good.

[redcinemareel]

I never said I wanted to. [Taps her arm.] The past is something that can never be touched again. It can be seen, however, that is the extent we have at being close to what was.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Exactly. It hurts to lose someone, but that doesn't ruin the time you spent together. It was still happy, it was still worth having.

[redcinemareel]

It may make me a bit more hesitant to make any more.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Sadly, Kiden's never been a quitter. She looks down at that doll, mouth tightening. ]

Sounds dramatic. Did someone die?

[ She has a way with words. ]

[redcinemareel]

I'm not sure if that would be a good or bad thing. But...no. [Quirks an eyebrow in annoyance, her hand balling into a fist.]

It seems this Time Compression chose my son to ship home.

[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.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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That's... nevermind.