Chapter Text
*Grell POV*
Droning on,
work being busy
but
not.
He's the only one
on my mind.
His long legs,
that can carry his master.
And that black suit which bring out those
vermilion eyes.
The true eyes of
a demon.
Even as I reap
those meaningless souls
my mind wanders
onwards.
Crossing of the name,
Beatrice Paterson,
in my work book;
I can count this day as
nearly over.
Hopefully,
Spears will let me go.