thedispatch | Forgiven

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ 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~♥

[ 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.

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

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

[ 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.

[ Beaming, she nods with enthusiasm! ]

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

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?

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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?!

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.

[ 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?

We've been together a total of 4 days.

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

[ 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♥.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

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. ]

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.

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.

[ Grell's brows raise, lips puckered in a way that says she can't argue wanting the ring. It would be nice. ]

Now, I didn't say that... It's an eternal promise, Will! The honour of introducing one another as husband and wife... you must understand that.

And who do you expect will oversee the ceremony?

[ Certainly not any priest from the mortal world. The reaper realm may be a lot more progressive than their current time period, but reapers are meant to perform a job, not focus on marital status. And with Grell in hot water, as it is, he can't imagine they'd allow it. ]

[ Grell's gaze rises to meet his, with a surprisingly understanding little smile. ]

It's our promise to one another, who's to say that anyone else ought to have a word in it?

Then I've already given you that promise.

[ His gaze is as serious as ever as he reaches for her hand a second time. ]

You will still have to have patience regarding any ring. I don't have nearly enough money for something such as that.

[ Eyes widening with hope, she turns her hand to rest more comfortably in his. ]

Really...?

[ It's true, William looks quite serious, and he's never been one to lie, as it is. Still, she can't seem to understand how he could change his tune so drastically. Was it the idea of a public ceremony, or the paperwork, or...? ]

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