thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Grell watches him curiously, and upon realising that he was indeed making her bath - albeit a sponge bath - for her, she thinks her heart might be skipping in her chest! He's really caring for her, and being rather sweet about it.

There's a bit of a sparkle to her eye! ]

The creamy rose-scented one would be nice...

[ Feeling a bit better, now that the pain's subsided and she's had the chance to settle, she's picking herself up to go find it! She might be the most graceful, but William has seen worse of her today. ]

I never imagined you as much of a caretaker. You're-- surprisingly good at it, I think. [ A thank you of sorts, in other words. ]

You aren't going to get much done in your state. It will be less of a headache for both of us if I help. As I said earlier, I'm not entirely uncaring.

[ He follows along behind her so he can see which bottle she's referring to. ]

Honestly, I came back to help you and that's what I'm doing. Otherwise I may as well have left again after I located you.

[ With a frustrated little pout, she looks away! ]

That's not what I meant.

[ Once in the bathroom, she grabs at the wall to lean over at sort through sizable stash of bath products to find the one, a silky looking liquid with a rose on its bottle. ]

I appreciate it, is all.

[ With a teensy huff through her nostrils, she opens the bottle to let him smell it! ]

[ He almost says 'As you should' to her thank you, but, knowing she's usually not one to do so, he can tell it's sincere. ]

You're welcome, then.

[ He leans in to smell at the bottle, raising his eyebrows slightly and nodding. ]

Quite nice. Not too overpowering.

[ Set with that, he makes his way back out of the room. ]

I will leave you to it, then.

[ The redhead shifts from appearing pleased at his approval, to her shoulders slumping, as though let down! ]

You weren't going to give me my sponge bath? [ A twinge of the lips. ] Talk about leading a lady on!

[ Just like that, she got flustered and ruined the moment. What a disappointment! ]

I did not lead you on. You're moving well enough to do it yourself.

[ A bit of a huff and he leaves her to it. While she is, William spends the time tidying up a bit, mainly focusing on the kitchen and living room. When she's finished she'll find he's changed into his pajamas and is setting up some blankets and pillows he found in the linen closet to sleep on her couch. ]

[ Grell could take the opportunity to parade out in a towel, but she isn't in the most attractive state, and thusly not feeling her best. She got a good look at herself in the mirror before her bath, and was rather horrified to see what was looking back at her, filthy, without makeup and hair gone- it was as though she were right back to being that lost boy with nothing but troubles left to his name.

And so, she found whatever bandaging she had in the medicine cabinet to (messily) tie about her chest and snuck out into her room to find the pyjamas that made her feel cutest. ]

I do hope that angels are spared body aches. My couch isn't the most comfortable to sleep on.

[ Having finally emerged, she's kept her bath towel draped over her shoulders, to idly ruffle at her hair with. ]

Is that what you are now? An angel?

Physical pain is minimal.

[ He takes a seat on the couch, noting that she's quite right. It's stiff, which isn't so bad, but size wise, it's closer to a love seat. There's also a hard ridge between the two cushions that would not be good to someone's back. ]

Though, that doesn't negate simply being uncomfortable. I will manage, however.

[ Looking up to her, his eyes briefly scan her outfit before reconnecting with her own. ]

An angel, yes. It's not terribly different. Though I do enjoying having my eyesight restored.

[ Grell is left to wonder what he's thinking, looking at her clothing like that-- but there's too much going on to focus on the thought. After all, her mind is brimming with questions, and her heart overflowing just from seeing him again in the short time she had been absent. ]

Minimal physical pain... [ Her brows press though she'd been told that he lost a limb, instead! ]all sensations dulled?

Perhaps having a higher tolerance to pain is a better way to phrase it. Everything else seems normal, from what I've experienced in the past few weeks.

[ He notes a cut on her cheek that'd started to heal up already. ]

Certainly would have done you some good, considering your state.

[ A brief hum of amusement, as the reaper dashes a finger over her cheek, where she had seen him looking. Without the makeup and fringe concealing her face, she definitely looks less than spectacular. But at least she's cleaner. ]

Yes, well, I can't imagine that's for me, really. Lucifer might sooner reenter Heaven's gates.

[ She offers a lopsided little as she takes a seat beside him. ]

Though it will take some getting used to, you're rather handsome without your glasses, too. You've the most lovely features, and now, there's nothing to overshadow them.

Hm. You would probably be bored in that realm, besides.

[ He briefly wonders if he should just wear a pair anyway, if she's going to swoon over his appearance even more now. ]

The eye color is a bit much, in my opinion.

[ Now able to look at him most clearly, she leans in a bit closer, humming. ]

But your skin... That I would not mind!

[ As she leans closer, he leans the same amount away. ]

Aesthetically, you certainly would enjoy it. I have wings, as well. But they are a bit large to summon inside. Another mostly visual attribute as I can still teleport around with ease.

[ With William pulling away like that, Grell will wrap her arms around his, to keep him from falling over - but, you know, to pull him closer, too. Because that information is EXCITING; it has her gasping with widened eyes! ]

But, Will, that also means that you can fly, and that is so much different!

[ An insistent tug!! ]

Show me! Please?

[ With a frown he attempts to pull his arm free. Unfortunately, Grell has a steel grip on him and he's not quite cruel enough to jab her in the stomach with her wound still healing. ]

I just told you the room isn't big enough.

[ She squishes her cheek to his shoulder with pleading eyes! ]

So let's go to the balcony!

It's cold out and we're both in our pajamas. You're barely wearing anything.

[ Stubborn, as always. ]

[ With a disapproving, whiny hum, she frowns! ]

You're no fun. What's a bit of cold air?

[ With a huff he stands, pulling his arm out of her grasp, finally. ]

Fine, go get your robe or coat.

[ He'll slip his shoes back on and fetch his own coat from the closet. ]

[ clapping her hands with a gleeful squeal, Grell makes to spring up, but sighs when she realizes she must take it slow. ]

Alright, just-- a moment--

[ Telepoting to her room, she returns wearing a lacy red thing. It won't offer her much warmth, but it's a bit more modest, she'd suppose. The important thing is that it's cute and matches. ]

Let's gooo♥!

[ He's going to comment on it but that will just make the process longer. So he heads to the balcony, waiting for Grell to follow behind him. ]

Honestly, I'm just glad they aren't permanently present.

[ And with that, he closes his eyes briefly before a set of large, feathered wings appear behind him. They're so pure white that the darkened balcony suddenly seems lit. ]

[ Grell's shoulders rise with surprise (which briefly prompts a wince) - with wonder-filled eyes, she's silent for a long moment as she takes in the sight of him. ]

Well. There would be no missing you, that's for certain... [ She mutters, still partly in awe. ]

Somehow, it seems as though you should have had them all along.

[ He peers over his shoulder, briefly, observing the feathers. ]

The wings? Why is that?

[ With a lull of the head, she crosses her arms low on her waist. ]

Well. They have a very powerful, commanding presence, I suppose. Brilliant. Handsome.

[ Grell chuckles as she raises her brows. ]

You know! Now the world can see you as I always have, and all that.

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