William T. Spears (
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thedispatch2019-04-22 03:26 pm
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Forgiven
[ 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. ]
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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Yes, but I need the best for you, right?
[ Quite pleased that he's taken up the black shirt, she's already looking him over a bit heated! ]
Oh... I like where this is going...
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[ He knows he should, after all. It would feel nice not to loath himself at all anymore. ]
I don't know why wearing a black shirt never occurred to me. It is rather nice.
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It looks quite smart on you. Imagine if you were to keep going. [ The reaper's words drip with lust, and with a wag of her brows, her teeth press into her bottom lip. ] Who knew it would be just as fun to watch you put your clothes on. Hm!
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[ Next he finds the tie, giving her a side eye when he sees what colour she'd chosen. Of all the garment that could have been red, this might be the one his most okay with. It's slipped about his neck, then with a century's worth of experience, he fixes an elaborate tie of it. ]
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--Wait.
[ Before William can reach for the houndstooth blazer, she hold out a hand to cease him! ]
Forget that, it would never do for this look.
[ And in a dash, she's out, returning shortly after with something much more sleek; solid black with trim detail on sharpened lapels, a waistcoat in a very subtle jacquard to match, and a pair of tiny red gem cufflinks that she may or may not have pilfered from the display cabinet. ]
Now, this will be a look.
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All black?
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[ Holding out the treasures she's procured, she just beams with assurance!! ]
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[ Making sure his red tie is tucked perfectly underneath, he fastens the waistcoat. He smooths out the front, surprised by how nice it looks with only a slight difference in texture. And once the jacket's been paired, he has to give in. ]
Fine. You were right.
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Now, isn't this a look for a man that should have everything?
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That makes me slightly curious.
[ It's all he says before, with a slow closure of his eyes, those large, luminescent wings, emerge from his back. Amazingly the suit remains unscathed, but it's taken on a new radiance to match his skin and eyes. ]
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I... [ Taking a breath, she shakes her head. ] I'm just as awe-stricken as I am aroused.
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[ He makes eye contact in the mirror, once more. ]
Much like a reaper and an angel.
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Is that a bit of romance I hear♥?
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[ Difficult, as always. The wings flutter, perhaps scolding him for holding back, but he quickly dismisses them. ]
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I'm content to call this whatever you want, so long as you continue to pamper me with it. [ Her hands carefully trace about his neck and over his collar, so that her arms may settle over his shoulders. ] Hearing those words, I feel as though... everything else is just so distant. Small, and insignificant, in perspective to our love and all it has overcome.
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Nothing else much matters anymore. Which sounds romantic, yes, I know. Honestly, you and this new identity have ruined me.
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It's a beautiful sort of destruction, isn't it?
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[ It's a hum that's partially agreement, partially thoughtful. But whatever his real answer to that is, he's leaning in to take her lips in a long, meaningful kiss. ]
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Promise me this won't end.
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[ There's another lengthy kiss before he's slowly parting their bodies. They did come here on a mission, after all. ]
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Goodness, I'd rather take you home than be shopping. What have you done to me...
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[ With a final look over in the mirror he's settled on a yes for the purchase. Even the red tie! ]
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Before he removes the garments, she fetches the tailor for measurements to ensure that his jacket and trousers perfectly accentuate his form. Thus, they only leave with the under most garments for the time being. Grell purchases the cuff links for him, claiming that she may be borrowing them from time to time.
From there, they go on to purchase his day-to-day outfits, and leisure wear. ]
You know, you're surprisingly more agreeable to shop with than Ronnie! [ Leaning into his arm, she briefly rests her head against his shoulder. ] I'm having so much fun♥~
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Did Knox willingly agree to this or did he owe you something?
[ He shuffles the bags around in his free arm before coming to his senses and whisking them off into hammerspace. ]
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It was mutually beneficial. I gave solid input on how to impress the ladies, he held my bags!
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