*grells point of view*
It was how it had always been, but even when it was all normal something wasn't right. I looked from my pile of work to see will just staring at me, 'will, what the hell are you doing?' I had asked him in my usual bubbly way, his eyes met mine but something was definitely off. He started moving closer to me 'w-will?' He got even closer, closer, closer and before I knew it he was right up to my eyes, 'was this really happening?' I thought savouring the delicious look in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed me. 'Sutcliff.'
No don't pull away. 'Sutcliff. We have work to do.'
'Y-yeah? What?' I said after waking up from my day dream
'Grell that's the fifth time this week you've fallen asleep...'
'Yeah I know,I know. I'll go grab some coffee and I'll be fine. Unless you've got a better idea~?'
'Sutcliff. Go home. NOW.'
I gave him a little smile and left my office. I felt something hit my head and my whole world went black.
*wills point of view*
Once I saw grell leaving I went to my office seeing that I had lots of work to I sat down and looked at the small picture of grell I kept in my drawer, 'What a sorry excuse of a reaper.' I thought smiling a bit until I was interrupted by a knock on the door
'Enter.'
Ronald ran in completely out of breath, 'Sorry for the intrusion,will. Its really important.'
'Well spit it out.'
'Its grell sir. He's out cold barely breathing. I have taken him to the ANE but...' I didn't let him finish I just walked out of the room to find him, I just had too.
Le time skip
I had found him lying on a bed in one of the rooms attached to all sorts of machines and wires, although his heart beat was shown it was going very slow. He still felt ice cold and his skin was whiter (I didn't know that was even possible). Hiz eyes stayed shut and motionless. I couldn't understand what had happened but then Ronald came into the room.
'If you had let me finish I would have told you what had happened. It's a sleeping curse.'
'This is a very serious matter Ronald, I don't have the time believe that grell is just a victim to snow-white-syndrom!'
'This is nothing like whatever you just said. Once you go under a sleeping curse your body becomes a coffin where you are held between life and death, or an enternal middle.'
'What can we do to help him?'
'True loves kiss.'
YOU ARE READING
just a dream (grellium)
Romanceif words could be broken down what could they say? If never letting go could be a death sentence, most of us would be gone. it would be weakness to kill a rose and strength to spare it, but your actions can never be broken, even if it's just a dream.
