thedispatch | Forgiven

[ The small gesture gets her to smile-- and it's just in time for her to rinse the blade clean, too! With a good shake, she sets it aside, so that she may rinse her face, instead. Still, she listens.

Using her towel to pat her face dry, she hums. ]

Hm. I may find that difficult to imagine, but-- I'm certainly thankful for it.

[ Turning to him, now feeling less unkempt, she reaches to brush his cheek with a fond smile. ]

It certainly helped with this.

[ Referring to the two of them and the state of their new relationship. He takes her hand from his cheek, holding it firmly while he leans in to give her a brief kiss. Then he's off to the bedroom to dress himself, without another word. ]

[ Grell closes her eyes with a content sight, leaning into the kiss-- until he's gone. Still left swooning, she follows after him in something of a daze. Until she spots him dressing himself, and realises that she should be doing the same!

First, though, she'll tend to her makeup, making quick work of her skincare! Who cares if she's still bare, really. ]

[ Buttoning up his shirt, William watches Grell. Half curious as to this routine of hers, half enjoying the rest of the scene. Unfortunately, he must look away once it's time to correctly knot his tie. You'd think by this point he could do so with his eyes closed. Alas, he's forced to walk up beside her, adjusting it to his liking in the mirror. ]

[ It's a very particular and elaborate routine. First, the toner, then a serum, and an eye cream, followed by her face cream-- and then, of course, there's the priming oil patted over her skin! ]

Hello, handsome♥. [ She chuckles. ] Would you like some?

[ He eyes the bottle, skeptical. ]

What result are they claiming you'll achieve by using it?

You already have perfect skin-- but it will feel nice.

[ She opts to give him some of the serum, as it's lightweight and she suspects he's never used a cream on his face in his life, nor either of his afterlives. Filling the dropper she raises it for him to take-- and will empty a few drops into his palm. ]

[ He frowns at the liquid as it pools in his hand. Certainly he knows what he's supposed to do with it, having watched Grell. Still, he asks, more out of skepticism. ]

I'm supposed to apply this to my face?

Mn-hmmm, that's right.

[ Setting aside the bottle, she pulls out the makeup products she'd like to use for the day. ]

For those of us less blessed, moisturiser helps protect the skin from weather and keeps it looking radiant.

I suppose that makes sense.

[ He sniffs at the substance, raising his eyebrows slightly, suggesting it smells different than he expected, but not unpleasant.

With a bit of a sigh, he presses his hands together, distributing the serum between them, before patting it to his face. ]

[ Partly watching him through the mirror as she leans in closer to apply her eyeshadow, she can't help but snerk. ]

It isn't that bad, goodness.

I was not complaining.

[ Satisfied with his application, he blinks down at his hands. ]

I assume I wash this from my hands.

Just rub it in, silly. It's for your skin.

[ Smiling with amusement, she's rummaging around for her eyeliner brush to use next. ]

If you like it, I can let you try the rest tonight.

I'm not letting you put make up on me, so don't even suggest it.

[ He complies with rubbing the remainder of the serum into his hands, quite liking the way it feels, but refusing to say so aloud. ]

[ Grell outright laughs at that! ]

Oh, but Will-- eyeliner would do wonders with the colour of your eyes!

[ She's moved onto mascara, now. Soon to follow will be her face makeup... she's hardly taking her time with any of it today, but it will have to do. ]

[ Taking her all too seriously. ]

No. They draw enough attention as it is.

[ Shaking her head, Grell laughs once more, under her breath. ]

Oh, darling. You're too perfect as you are.

[ Using the towel Grell still has draped around her neck, he wipes whatever remains of the serum off his hands. Another quick adjustment to his hair part and he's done. Now to just sit around and wait for Grell to finish whatever she has yet to go though.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other as he watches. ]

You find comfort in all this?

[ That question gets Grell to pause . ]

Comfort?

[ She takes a moment to look at herself, complexion partially done up, before she resumes dusting rouge over her cheeks. ]

I never would've thought of it like that, but-- I suppose it does.

Considering you enjoy it so much, I suppose the answer was obvious. It is good that you have something like that.

[ He hums. All this time he has now, and he can't even think of something he'd like to pick up as a hobby to occupy himself. ]

[ Humming in agreement, Grell takes a moment to stretch, raking her hands through her hair. ]

It's nice to be able to reflect how I feel, I suppose. [ A huff of laughter. ] Not only that, it's a sort of buffer, isn't it? Putting the content directly on the cover.

If you're implying you should come with a warning label, then I agree.

[ The calm conversation between them is odd, but a nice change that he openly welcomes. ]

[ That has her laughing outright, shaking her head. She picks up a false lash to apply glue to, and while she waves it about to allow it to get tacky, she leans an arm atop the back of her chair, to look at William. ]

What would you have it say?

[ He glances towards the ceiling, thinking briefly on his reply. ]

Approach at your own risk. Extremely volatile. Keep away from sharp objects. Supervision required.

[ He counts out the numerous warnings on his fingers. ]

[ It's a good thing she's already attached her lash, as she's laughing enough to require leaning back! ]

If left unsupervised, contact William T. Spears immediately!

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