thedispatch | Forgiven

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.

[ William looks at her, unconvinced. ]

Surely I'm too cold and stubborn to fit the angel stereotype. Two attributes you constantly point out to me.

[ Grell blinks with some confusion, a knit to her brow. ]

What do you mean? Angels are not the soft little cherubs you see embossed on greeting cards. They are the warriors of God.

Honestly, it's far less eventful than that. I would be rather peeved if I was forgiven just to have another job handed to me.

[ His wings flutter at the thought of work. ]

[ That brings about a chuckle. It's an endearing sight, to be sure. ]

Mn, so you're more of a guardian angel then? [ If she can get away with it, she will extend her arms to slip around his middle, and lay her cheek against his collar.] It would sound about right, all considered.

I suppose I am.

[ He'll let her hug him again, but he isn't patting her back like he did earlier that day. ]

Don't go crying on my shirt again.

[ A GROAN, as she leans back just enough to give him a look!! ]

Nooo, don't bring that up-- it was embarrassing! [ A very insistent shake of the head follows, too! ]

[ He'll shake his own head in rebuttal. ]

It was sincere. That's the first I've known you to show that side of yourself.

[ Features softening, she's left to look at him with earnest surprise. ]

You-- didn't mind it? [ There's a faint cant of her head. ] I've only known you to discourage emotion, especially your own.

You say that as if I've never cried before.

[ He'd adjust his glasses right now if he still had them. Funnily enough, his hand almost moves to do so anyway. ]

I only ever said that emotions didn't belong in the workplace, because there's a job to get done in a timely fashion.

I've never seen it.

[ But she hums in a seemingly appeased fashion, easing herself to settle back against him. ]

We've all been told that showing vulnerability does not equate to weakness, but I've been fighting all my lives... One stumble, and I was afraid I'd fall and never pick myself up again. [ A small sigh. ] But then, I suppose that the ground fell out from under me.

Thankfully I caught you.

[ He allows her to stay there against him as he slowly retracts his wings. ]

I'm glad you showed me that part of yourself.

[ Grell breathes a short little laugh. ]

I'd never imagined you would desire such a thing.

[ And she hugs him just a little tighter. ]

But I'm thankful, too. For everything.

Seems we're learning quite a bit about one another.

[ He hums, acknowledging her gratitude. ]

Get back inside now. You need to get some rest for your meeting tomorrow.

[ Though she hums in acknowledgement, it's not a happy one. She delays in moving, but she finally steps back to slip her arms free of him, looking a bit bashful while doing so. Arms draping over her waist, her hands wrap into the fabric of her robe a bit, whiles she turns to head back inside. ]

I suppose I could try.

[ A huff sounds behind her. ]

Unless you'd like to show yourself exhausted and unkempt.

[ A tick of the tongue sounds back, at that! ]

I don't think any amount of beauty sleep could save me from that now.

[ She shoots him a skeptical look, as she turns to close the door behind them. ]

But perhaps I can rest a little easier tonight.

I would hope as much.

[ William returns his coat to the closet and his shoes just beside the door. ]

Your meeting in scheduled for late afternoon. But I'm assuming you take far too long to ready yourself.

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