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sirenspull_logs2012-02-24 11:03 pm
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Be fruitful and multiply...
Who: Grell Sutcliff and Madam Red
When: The afternoon of February 24th
Where: At the ersatz Eric Slingsby's photographic studio
Summary: Pursuant to this conversation, Grell has a modest proposal for his little angel...
Warnings: Butt wombs. Turkey basters. My deepest apologies.
[ It's been entirely too long since Grell has seen Angelina Durless. It's his own fault; he tends to lose track of people. Being exceedingly long-lived can skew one's perceptions. But a little discussion he's recently had with Norio has brought Madam Red - and her particular problem - to the top of his mind.
Thus he has arranged for them to meet. He's given Madam Red the address of his studio; and no other information. ]
Hmmmm, hmmmmm~.
[ He hums tunelessly to himself, idly leafing through his portfolio. ]
When: The afternoon of February 24th
Where: At the ersatz Eric Slingsby's photographic studio
Summary: Pursuant to this conversation, Grell has a modest proposal for his little angel...
Warnings: Butt wombs. Turkey basters. My deepest apologies.
[ It's been entirely too long since Grell has seen Angelina Durless. It's his own fault; he tends to lose track of people. Being exceedingly long-lived can skew one's perceptions. But a little discussion he's recently had with Norio has brought Madam Red - and her particular problem - to the top of his mind.
Thus he has arranged for them to meet. He's given Madam Red the address of his studio; and no other information. ]
Hmmmm, hmmmmm~.
[ He hums tunelessly to himself, idly leafing through his portfolio. ]
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I hardly consider practicing good judgement to be 'cliché', however uninteresting you think it to be. I just rather avoid potential misery, if I can help it, you know. [ A roll of the eyes. ]
Think about it, would you? You'd contacted me out of the blue to ask me to have a child with you, while you fancy the idea of marrying another man. It isn't a selfless offer, either - so I'm left to wonder what it is that you expect out of this. It's only entirely suspicious.
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[ He imitates her voice. ]
Avoiding potential misery.
[ He raises his arms, dismissing her with a derisive flick of his wrists. ]
DEATH ought to have made you bold; but you're meek. What does any of that matter?
I'm talking about a baby. A child - your child - suckling at your breast; smiling back at you; reaching out to you with open arms.
You'll feel its quickening life within you, moving in your womb--
[ A beat ]
Er, well. Not womb, not exactly...
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Don't mock me, Grell. If I were meek, I wouldn't be here.
[ However, her gaze lowers as the impact of those words sink in. A child of her very own... ]
That's precisely why it matters, too - it'd only be natural that I'd want the best for my child - to keep it safe.
[ Her gaze flickers back to him, then. ]
If not a womb, what would it be, exactly?
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[ Grell's arms drop. In his discussions with Norio, this had been the sticking point. ]
It's just a... tiny little detail.
[ He attempts a smile; it comes out as a half-grimace. ]
And what do tiny details matter, if there's a ~baby~ involved?
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Spill it.
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[ Glancing to one side, he taps the tips of his index fingers together. ]
There's a thingy involved. A, a, a thingy, that allows you to have a baby, even if you don't have a womb, which you don't, so. Erm.
[ Aaaaaand she's still looking sternly at him, so he babbles on: ]
A thingy, a parasite I suppose I ought to say, yes a parasite, that's what Norio called it, and it goes up your...
arse.
1/2
2/2
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[ Grell gesticulates vaguely. ]
--you know, posteriorly.
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Well then, why haven't you taken a go at it?
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Er...
[ He clears his throat - and speaks without being quite able to look her in the eye. ]
Well you see, I've considered the process from all sides, and I think that for me, being a ~lady~ only goes so far, and in the end - so to speak - I'm far more suited to the fathering side of things.
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[ Said quite surely, of course. ]
Get off of me now, won't you? And help me up, this isn't exactly comfortable for me.
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Busted!
He rocks back on his heels and stands. And then, sheepishly, extends one hand to Madam Red. ]
I...
I thought you of all people would be able to get past... you know... that.
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That was only the half of it, Grell. As revolting as the concept might seem, I was actually more concerned with your-- well, lack of comprehension concerning the intricacies of fathering a child.
[ She'll glance up at him then, searching his supernatural green eyes as she steps nearer. ]
I'm also curious to know if this is all you regard me for, after all we once were. If you called upon me for your benefit, like some tool to ease your boredom.
>[ Grasping the lapels of his coat, she draws their bodies nearer, lids narrowing. ] Or is it that you missed me, in some way? Though I'm sure that would be but hopeful thinking.
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[ Aaaaaaaaaaand Madam Red is pulling him close, gazing up into his eyes, veritably smouldering at him! He licks his lips. ]
Of... of course I've missed you.
But you were always a bad influence on me. Led me astray, you know?
[ His hands travel down her back, to her corseted waist; his long fingers are almost able to span its circumference. ]
And I really am trying to be good.
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[ Her gloved hands move along the collar to touch the back of his neck, leaning against him. ]
I can't find it in me to believe that you'd ever forgo that which impassioned you. Being good doesn't suit you.
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He blushes, involuntarily. ]
It didn't suit. Not then.
[ Her lips, her body... It would be easy, so easy... ]
But...
A lady must keep up with fashion, and try on new looks.
[ With obvious reluctance, he steps back, away from her. ]
I'm a good little Grell now.
[ For his own bizarre definition of "good," anyway! ]
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A disguise, you mean? Yes, you had a very convincing one then, too - perhaps you have a different look, but you'll always have the same soul.
[ Stepping aside, she leans to pluck her handbag from the floor beside Grell's seat. ]
Well, in any case, I suppose that's a definite answer to your offer, then. You really ought to think those things through before you go ask and make a big deal of them, really.
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Hunh~?
Oh, no! I did think things through, actually. Look here!
[ From the breast pocket of his jacket he pulls an enormous turkey baster. (It's entirely too enormous to fit in his jacket, but producing ridiculously large things out of thin air is rather Grell's specialty!) ]
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You... [ Ann had been in the process of retrieving her sunglasses. This is temporarily dismissed to give him a good smack against the head.
Only then does she don the shades. ]
I think we're done here.
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[ Grell recoils, holding the side of his head. The turkey baster flies out of his hand. A viscous substance leaks out of the tip. ]
So that's a no, then?
scream
What do you think?!
[ She huffs, shoulders tense, and twists 'round to head for the exit. ]
Good-bye, Grell!
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[ Grell crosses his arms, staring after her glumly. All his hopes, all his plans - bad plans, admittedly - are simultaneously going out the door.... ]
Bye, then.
[ ...and leaking out onto the floor. ]