Forgiven

[death_glare]

[ No one questioned anything when William suddenly left his office that morning. "I've been called to a meeting" was all the information he gave the rest of Dispatch. To them, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he was the head of the department. For William, however, the summoning came with zero notice. As he made his way to the upper managements' offices, all he could wonder was what issue his subordinates caused that he'd have to clean up after, this time.

It wasn't until lunch break that William returned to Dispatch. The others expected they'd get reprimanded for something, but William remained quiet, his face expressionless as he closed the door to his office. ]

Comments

[death_glare]

It certainly looks like it turned out well. Even with you helping.

[ And after a twirled fork full, he nods in approval. Good thing he made enough for left overs, cause it's definitely good.

With a sip of wine to go along with it, he visibly relaxes. ]

[untodeath]

I know, I'm pretty spectacular at putting the water on.

[ With William digging in, Grell is quick to follow, tongue hooked over her teeth as she spins a mouthful of pasta around her fork. Once she's eaten it, her eyes closed with the most approving sound. ]

Mmm♥. [ Nodding, she takes a moment to savour its taste, before taking up her wine to wash it down. ] I can't believe you've managed to make this in my kitchen... Angels do work miracles.

[death_glare]

The kitchen wasn't the issue, it's who was in it.

[ He's pleased with the outcome too, though. And glad that Grell's enjoying it. It will make things a bit easier if she likes his cooking. ]

It's still odd being referred to as an angel.

[untodeath]

[ An amused scoff, at William's words. She takes another bite, watching him while considering his words. Licking over her lips, she shrugs with a smile. ]

What would you prefer I call you?

[death_glare]

By my name, as you always have.

[ Perhaps enjoying the returned access to wine a little too much, he's nearly done with his glass, already. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a lopsided little smile, she takes up the bottle to pour him some more! ]

Fair enough, Will♥.

[death_glare]

I supposed I should start calling you Grell, then. Considering our relationship.

[ He lifts the glass for a refill, then takes a healthy sip. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell's brows raise, features softening into a more genuine, excited smile. ]

That would make me very happy.

[ Topping off her own glass, she follows suit in downing some more wine. It's been some time since she's had a good drink with someone! ]

[death_glare]

Very well then. Grell it is.

[ Another fork full and he's dabbing the sauce from his mouth. ]

With your hair being sort and us using given names, it's almost as if we're back at the academy.

[untodeath]

Ah, but you've accomplished quite a bit since then. Grown tremendously.

[ She seems proud, but there's a bittersweet sort of quality to her voice. She pauses, to enjoy more of her food before it gets cold. Might as well top it off with the wine. ]

Amusingly enough, I've done quite the opposite, haven't I?

[death_glare]

That depends of what you consider to be an accomplishment. I'm certain your goals and ambitions stray from the norm.

[untodeath]

[ Her head lulls, lips pursing off to the side in thought. ]

I'm not certain that I ever made any goals for myself, aside from knowing what I desire. While I'm quite fortunate to have you back, I wouldn't consider my current position a personal achievement.

[death_glare]

What do you consider it, then? Merely luck?

[ He pulls his fork along the plate, getting as much of the sauce onto his last bite of pasta as he can. ]

[untodeath]

[ There's an uncertain hum, to that. ]

You pulled me out of a dark place. It was your change of heart that did that.

[death_glare]

[ Pushing his plate aside, he takes up his wine glass. ]

It shouldn't have come down to that.

[ He sounds disappointed in himself, apologetic even. ]

[untodeath]

[ She smiles nonchalantly, sitting back with her own wine glass. ]

We both know that life rarely works out the way it should.

[death_glare]

[ With a short sigh, he nods his head in agreement. ]

Or how you wish it to.

[untodeath]

[ Grell's hum of agreement reverberates through her glass whilst she drinks from it. ]

So, you see, I am very fortunate to have you here.

[death_glare]

[ Perhaps as proof of her claim, William raises from the table. He collects their dishes, depositing them in the sink, the returns to her side, extending a hand. ]

Let's move to the living room.

[untodeath]

[ With a surprised little grin, she reaches out to take his hand, pulling ehrself up - but not letting go. ]

Mm, I wouldn't mind that at all.

[death_glare]

[ Wine glass still in hand, he relocates them to the couch that was his bed only two days ago. The glass is placed on the side table and he sits himself in a way that Grell could easily settle herself beside him. ]

[untodeath]

[ She could, but the option of draping herself across his lap is far more tempting! Grell folds her legs into that empty spot he'd left for her, arms encircling his neck. ]

Tell me, Will... Now that you've chosen to live here, what are your desires out of life? Hm♥?

[death_glare]

[ For once, Grell isn't shoved to the floor. Not that he doesn't give a brief eye roll at her choice to sit on him instead of next to him. But he's really not surprised, at all. ]

Just, happiness. It's been so long. I'm ready to allow myself to be happy again.

[untodeath]

[ With a pleased little croon, she runs her fingertips through his hair, from his temple back and around his ear. ]

And I'm happy that you're willing to share such a thing with me.

[death_glare]

Opening up is another thing, I suppose.

[ His eyes shut briefly as she plays with his hair. ]