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. ]

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[death_glare]

[ He looks up from where he's cutting into his entree. ]

Honestly, is there anything you don't find sexy about me?

[untodeath]

Mm, no&hearts. [ She bats her lashes at him over red frames. ] Your simply perfect for me.

[ Taking a healthy bite of her own, Grell hums very strongly with satisfaction! ]

[death_glare]

[ With a sigh and shake of his head, William tests out his cooking skills. He's actually quite impressed with himself. It's come out quite good, indeed. ]

Are we continuing with this game of questions?

[untodeath]

--Oh!

[ Oh right! She might be getting a bit tipsy, becoming so easily distracted... On that topic, she'll pick up the bottle of wine to top off their glasses. ]

Right. So! You seem to harbor many talents; what's one that you wish you could have?

[death_glare]

[ So far, Grell's had quite a bit more wine than him. But this question has him pausing to think. Thus, he takes another few sips while considers things. It takes him a bit, but he finally replaces his glass atop the table. ]

Perhaps write my own music.

[untodeath]

[ Grell watches him with some amusement, enjoying her meal while he contemplates-- and his response nearly leaves her choking, with how surprised she is! ]

Goodness-- [ Patting her chest, she clears her throat. ] Really, writing your own music? I hadn't expected that!

[ Eyes alight, she leans in just a bit closer! ]

Do you play?

[death_glare]

[ Why her over the time reactions take him by surprised any more is a wonder. ]

It's been quite awhile, considering how little free time I had. But I've played violin for most of my mortal life.

[untodeath]

[ With a gasp, she leaves her fork to clatter against its platter. ]

Well, that's it, then! We should create a music room for you! [ She clasps her hands before her breast, cheeks rosy. ] Then you could play for me~♥

[death_glare]

[ Okay, he can't argue that a music room would be nice. Playing always did calm him, and he'd silently missed it. With a hum, he nods in agreement. ]

That sounds wonderful, honestly. I may need a bit of practice before I play anything for you, though.

[untodeath]

[ As excited as Grell had been before, she looks truly happy when he agrees with her! ]

You have time, I'm not going anywhere♥.

[death_glare]

[ Although he already believed she'd be beside him, always, hearing it brings a sense of calm over him. Pair that with the idea of playing once more and he'd very nearly smiling again. Well, if anything, he's become very relaxed and content. ]

I will make certain to get my violin out of storage and tuned, then.

[untodeath]

[ Beaming, she nods with enthusiasm! ]

Lovely. I can't wait to see you get started.

[death_glare]

Very well. What talent would you have liked to possess?

[ Though he needs to think of another question, too. Nothing's quite coming to him until Grell takes her next bite. ]

Also, how in death's name did you get teeth like that?

[untodeath]

[ She'd been thinking on the question as she worked on swallowing her food, but now, she's pressing fingers to her lips while biting back a laugh! She grabs for her drink to help swallow it all down. ]

Alright, darling, to answer you first question, I think it's fair to say that I could stand to possess any sort of skill that would take me one step closer to being an adorable housewife--

[ Grinning, she shows off those pearly, jagged whites! ]

Not long before I passed, my teeth had been irreparably damaged, so I consider these a gift.

[death_glare]

[ He can only imagine how that may have happened to her, and he suddenly feels a sense of regret for his violent tendencies towards her these past years. Time for another sip of wine before addressing the other answer. ]

We are not married. And regardless, you would be the one working, not myself, effectively making me the househusband. Also, adorable is not a descriptor I would use for you.

[untodeath]

[ Listening to him, that grin fades, lips parted to protest before they press together in a pout while presented with another point.

First thing, she sits back in her seat to give William a better view of what's available to him! ]

You don't think I'm cute?!

[death_glare]

Cute and adorable are meant to refer to small animals and the antics of children. Not adults.

[ He huffs, knowing well enough she would be upset by his answer. ]

Beautiful suits you much more. And sexy, when the mood is fitting.

[untodeath]

[ Her expression eases into one of bafflement, colour kissing her cheeks. Once she's more confident that her ears are not deceiving her, William shall receive a coy little grin, having wholly appeased her - and then some! ]

Goodness, I love you. Let's fix that marriage issue sooner than later, shall we?

[death_glare]

We've been together a total of 4 days.

[ Though he's surprised this conversation hadn't happened already! ]

[untodeath]

[ She extends an arm across the table, palm open, to ask for his hand! ]

But have known one another for more than four-thousand. I've never been certain about anything like I am my admiration for you♥.

[death_glare]

[ He looks down to her hand, but opts to take another drink first. ]

You'll just have to have some patience, then.

[ A vague maybe, perhaps. Either way, he's resetting his wine glass on the table and reaching out to give her hand a brief squeeze. ]

[untodeath]

[ Expression gradually sinking back to a pout, she huffs indignantly by the time he decides to take her hand. Not that she doesn't squeeze his back, before pulling back to flip her short little strands off her shoulder. ]

If that isn't patience, I don't know what is.

[death_glare]

Pouting at me isn't going to get me to propose. Besides, would you not prefer it as a surprise?

[ He'll go right back to that meal, if she's done holding his hand already. ]

[untodeath]

Of course I would.

[ She pauses to pick her own fork back up, mood still a bit lower than it had been previously. ]

Well-- I don't know. A big, romantic gesture sounds lovely and all, but I suppose it doesn't matter, so long as you're here.

[death_glare]

Precisely. I'm here and we're living together. And I've confessed to loving you. Aside from a ring, which I assume you'd want, there really isn't much difference.