Grell sutcliff

crimsondeath:

askgrell-sutcliff:

“Can you…scrub my back?” The boy asked already sitting on the floor and pulling off his grubby socks and shoes, “I can do the rest, I’m old you know.”

Grell nodded, turning her back so he would have some privacy while he undressed, tending to the bath water so it would be warm enough.

Grell undressed with ease, leaving all his clothes in an undignified pile without care. His shoes however he specifically set to the side and out of harms way. They were the only reddish shoes he had been able to scrounge up. Being mostly brown with red tints he considered them his most prized possession, even if they did hurt his feet now that they were too small.

Walking over to the bath tub he felt it with a hand and smiled already feeling goosebumps shiver their way down his body at how good it felt. “mmm warm…” he couldn’t help but mention climbing up and sliding into the tub.

With his back now to his elder it was apparent he was a growing boy. Adorned with the usual scrapes, bruises and cuts that came along with rough housing and outdoor activities. The red headed child also sported a few strange looking marks, more lower on his waist, and of course healed cutting wounds on his right arm.

“Are you married lady?” he asked looking up and behind himself backwards as he played in the water a bit.