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]

Ah, yes. I believe they are giving us the next week to fully move and have all the paperwork in order.

[ He pauses to enjoy a bit of his next sandwich. ]

I am looking forward to that larger bath, though.

[untodeath]

It would be a lovely way to reward ourselves for our efforts, don't you think?

[ Following suit, she bites into her little jam sandwich, and closes her eyes with a delighted breath. Oh yes, that hits the spot. ]

[death_glare]

[ There's a nod and a hum as he swallows down what he'd been eating. ]

What of the rest of tonight, then?

[untodeath]

A good question! [ Licking over her lips, she props a cheek atop her wrist. ] What would you like?

[death_glare]

I already said to relax.

[ Pay attention to his vague ideas, Grell! ]

[untodeath]

[ A LOOK. ]

Aand... [ A roll of the wrist. ] What does that entail? Hmn? Or are you going to chance that my not boring ideas shall be sufficient for your needs?

[death_glare]

[ He'll shoot that look right back at her. ]

Fine. Why don't we light the fireplace and relax in the sitting room.

[untodeath]

[ Her expression eases into an endeared little smile. ]

We'll need to gather a few blankets to make that couch acceptable for cuddles, but I like it.

[death_glare]

Yes, I recall sleeping on it. We'll need to replace that, at some point.

[ As they finish their food, William collects the plates, giving them a quick scrub before setting them aside to dry. ]

I will refill our tea if you'll ready the couch.

[untodeath]

[ Grell bats her lashes at him, humming appreciatively into her tea, as he takes her plate. ]

It was merely for aesthetic before you came along.

[ Ah, but earning more of William's tea has her excitedly finishing hers off, to leave the cup for him. ]

I'll do what I can, darling!

[ And with that, she teleports off - because walking is not the most favorable alternative, at present!

Once William makes his way to the sitting room, he'll find that she's layered her fluffiest blankets over the couch and topped it with a spare quilt, grabbed their pillows from the bed, and left a throw for them to share. There also appears to be a stack of books on the coffee table, and though she's mainly collected books of sonnets and eulogies, there's a murder mystery or two in the mix.

Easing herself onto the couch with a dissatisfied tick of her tongue, she pushes her hands into the added layers of cushioning whilst muttering to herself. ]

[death_glare]

[ Two cups of tea in hand, William rounds the side of the couch, fairly surprised with how many blankets she had in the tiny flat. ]

Is there an issue?

[ He opts to set her tea on the side table since she doesn't seem to have settled enough to take it from him. ]

[untodeath]

It's better, but I suppose one can only do so much to add comfort to a rock.

[ Her face softens looking up at him, though. ]

Everything should be at the fireplace, love.

[death_glare]

Would setting the blankets up on the floor prove better?

[ That says a lot for how uncomfortable the couch really is. He leaves his tea beside Grell's, moving to the fireplace to set some logs on the hearth. They're lit, the fire's glow setting a cozy mood to the room. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a blink, the readhead's teeth press into her lip with a grin! ]

I think it would, now that you mention it. Much better.

[ It also seems terribly romantic! So, of course, she's keen to pull up all of her work and drag it onto the floor! ]

[death_glare]

[ He stands there watching as Grell puts in great effort to set the cushioning up just right. And once it seems she's satisfied, he takes a seat next to her. She's done quite well, as he only adjusts the pillow behind himself once. ]

Grab the tea before you get comfortable.

[untodeath]

[ Face alight with satisfaction at seeing William pleased, she hums in affirmation to do just that. Except she reaaaches to grab their cups, instead of getting up. Her hips are undoubtedly less stiff than when she woke, but they still smart a bit! ]

Here you are♥ [ And once she's handed William's off, she snuggles in close to lean against his shoulder! ]

[death_glare]

[ He watches her with a frown as she stiffly fetches their tea. And once she's settled, he still refrains in taking a sip. ]

Did I honestly hurt you that badly?

[untodeath]

[ At his stillness, Grell curiously peers up at him. ]

Hn? What, did you think I was lying, Will? Yes!

[ But with that said, she's breaking into a grin. ]

It was perfect.

[death_glare]

I don't believe I will ever understand that aspect of your personality.

[ But he's not complaining, either. Still, there's concern in his features, something that had never been there all the previous years of abuse he'd inflicted upon Grell. ]

[untodeath]

No? [ That concern catches her rather off-guard, and she finds herself craning to nuzzle beneath his jaw, in some form of comfort. ] Did you not enjoy yourself?

[death_glare]

I did. However, I wouldn't derive pleasure from receiving pain, myself.

[ He doesn't think, at least. Still, Grell's question leaves him a bit unsure. He'd certainly gotten off to seeing her so vulnerable, but now he was almost feeling guilty for treating her in such a way. He's not certain if that's to do with him now being an angel or a feeling that goes along with loving someone.

Whichever it may be, for now he's slinking his free arm around her shoulder, holding her close. ]

[untodeath]

[ A chuckle, as the reaper closes her eyes with a content sigh. ]

I wouldn't expect it of you, my dear. It's quite different, I'd say, though both function as fabulous outlets, in their own right.

[death_glare]

[ He hums. ]

I don't believe I'd feel right treating you in such a way, should you become female one day.

[ He pauses, now not certain if that should apply now or not. Perhaps he's thinking over the topic a bit too much, as he's gotten himself confused. ]

[untodeath]

[ Silent for a moment, Grell glances up at him, gauging him. ]

It's not a simple matter, and not one that many can wrap their minds around, let alone accept. Don't fret.

[ A sigh. ]

But, you see, I've always been female. It's not something that I was physically born with, but I knew it, deep in my soul.

[death_glare]

Yes, that's what got me to pause.

[ He shakes his head. ]

I suppose to me, you are just Grell. And whatever that entails. You're unique, that's for certain. And I think, by now, it's obvious that I fancy it all.