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]

Don't give me criteria for something you won't be getting.

[ FROWN BACK. ]


And, we don't have enough money for a house and you should know the answer to the other.

[untodeath]

That's why you make goals, Will! They come later--!

[ She looks away with a short little huff. ]

You never know what may be possible then.

[death_glare]

Then you won't mind the wait.

[ He takes down the last of his wine, setting the glass aside on the night stand. ]

You're far more optimistic than I am.

[untodeath]

[ She peeks back over her shoulder at him with something of a leer. ]

Now, I never said that.

[ Though, her expression softens to something a bit more serious. ]

Nor would I say optimistic... That I romanticize, perhaps? Put it into the universe and it shall be, as they say.

[death_glare]

That sounds more like you. Short-term goals, then. Do you have any of those? Something a bit more obtainable.

[untodeath]

[ Though she rolls her eyes at his choice of wording, she eases back against him. ]

Hmn... A goal for the near future... [ She suddenly looks at him, eyes alight, as though it's only just hit her. ] A puppy.

[death_glare]

[ She immediately gives her the type of stern glare he'd always set aside just for her. ]

The dog was part of the long term goals.

[untodeath]

That's the beauty of personal goals!

[ She says, quite confidently! ]

They're flexible! Yours to change.

[death_glare]

Well then I am changing it back to long term.

[ He's considering a glass refill at this point! ]

[untodeath]

[ Mouth agape, she looks positively affronted! ]

As in, one's own! You can't change my goals!

[death_glare]

I can when they directly effect me.

[ Unfortunately the bottle has been fully emptied. So instead, he's plucking her glass from her hand and pouring half of it into his own. ]

[untodeath]

[ The reaper scoffs at this, but she doesn't actually fight it, merely watching while upturning her now-empty palm with offense and disbelief. ]

Tyrant.

[death_glare]

[ The glass is replaced in her hand rather forcefully as he enjoys a sip from his own. ]

You enjoy it, so don't complain.

[untodeath]

I'm afraid you'll have to make me.

[ Although she will briefly stop - despite saying so - so that she can down a drink of her wine before William has the chance to help himself to the rest of it. ]

[death_glare]

[ He downs the rest of, what is now his wine, then sets the glass aside once more. ]

I've just thought of a short term goal for myself.

[ He muses before removing his arm from around her and shifting down to curl up under the thick blankets. ]

Some well deserved sleep.

[untodeath]

[ Head lulling into a cant, she watches him with further incredulity! ]

Are you really tired?

[ With a sigh, she knocks back the remainder of her liquor, so that she can join him-- at least for a moment. She still has to clean wiggle out of that harness and clean herself up. ]

[death_glare]

Yes. I have decades of insomnia and restlessness to make up for.

[ He should probably clean up a bit, too, but now he's comfortable! ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell simultaneously shakes her head whilst nuzzling down against his shoulder to get comfortable, arms wrapping around his middle and leg slinging over one of his. ]

Alright, you. We'll save our talk for another time.

[ It really isn't a good idea for her to get so comfortable, either. She's only torturing herself, really. ]

[death_glare]

[ He quiet for a bit, letting Grell settle in and enjoying the warmth of her body against his. ]

I've enjoyed getting to know more about you.

[untodeath]

[ Briefly, her breath stills. Yet again, he catches her by surprise with a tender sentiment... It's fortunate that her heart isn't capable of giving out on her, with all she's been putting it through! ]

Likewise, my love.

[ She near whispers between them, cupping his opposite cheek so that she may take his lips in a brief and endeared kiss. ]

I'm so fortunate♥.

[death_glare]

[ There's only a hum of acknowledgement as he kisses her back. Not wanting to show yet another example of his self depreciation, he keeps his thoughts to himself. Instead, he settles her head back down against his shoulder. ]

Are we opting for a bath in the morning?

[untodeath]

[ Ah, that feels wonderful, his hand atop her head, the warmth of his skin, his smell... She immediately relaxes with a blissful sigh. ]

Mm... That sounds divine... And we won't have the rush, this time.

[death_glare]

I can cook us a nice breakfast afterwards.

[ It actually sounds like the start to a pleasant day. He may even admit he's looking forward to it! ]

[untodeath]

[ Giving him a little squeeze, she nearly purrs at the idea. ]

Mn, I would ask what you have in mind, but I almost like the idea of the surprise~

[death_glare]

It won't be anything extravagant, so don't get your hopes up.

[ His hand idly rubs her shoulder, almost instinctively, at this point. ]