You sighed, following your friend Grell Sutcliff throughout the streets of Victorian London. You had agreed to spend one day, dawn to dusk, with him, and dusk couldn't approach faster.
"You know what, (Y/N)?" Grell asked.
"What, Grell?" You were getting tired from such a day.
"I think I like dusk better than dawn~" He responded, grinning his toothy grin.
You arched an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
"It's so much more red~ And romantic! The end of all the colors of the sky for another day!"
If you had a tea cup for every time Grell went off on romance, you couldn't buy a big enough teapot to make tea to fill them all.
"Sure, Grell, whatever you say."
He flipped his red hair. "You are soooo unromantic, my dear."
You chuckled to yourself.
For Grell, the day could not have been worse. He had planned on whisking you off your feet into a land of romance, but for some reason, unlike with Sebastian and William, he got... nervous, around you.
So his romantic skills were not up to par.
And he knew you weren't taking any hints or bait he threw out.
But he knew he had one more shot to win your heart by the end of the night, and that's what he planned on doing.
"Grell, is this really necessary?" You questioned. Grell had insisted that you wear a long, lovely, black, whit, and of course mostly red dress. It was quite fancy and you had no idea what for.
"Oh, you'll see, (F/N)~" He cooed at you. Then he glanced at the clock. He had about an hour until sunset, no time to lost. "Come on, now!" Grell ordered, happily dragging you out.
You were greeted by a fancy ball room. It was covered in shades of red, and immediately you knew Grell was up to something, especially since no one was in there except the two of you, and the lighting was dim by candle.
"Sutcliff, what's this all abou-" Before you could finish your question, he swept you out to the dance floor. A song was playing, which was odd, you had seen no instruments.
"(F/N), I do quite like you, you know," Grell began.
For some reason, as you rolled your eyes, it hurt. "Please, if you liked me like that, you would flirt with me like you do 'Bassy'," was it jealousy? It felt like it.
Grell was slow to reply. "You make me quite, nervous. I can't... you know...." And soon he was rambling.
You had to shut him up somehow. So you kissed him, and didn't quite mind.
And as Grell looked out the window, he saw the sun was just setting.