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William dropped down from his horse. It had been a long ride - from London straight down to the southern coast of England. But he'd barely stopped, only doing so when his horse refused to go further without rest and water. But each time, William did little more than tap his foot anxiously, trying to focus on anything but his thoughts of what happened the day before.

But now that he'd arrived, there was nothing else to distract him. The horse was forgotten as he walked towards where the English Channel extended out to what seemed like eternity. With the thick fog of the early morning, there was no telling just what was out there. William's breath was shaky as his gaze then drifted down. Beachy Head, a beautiful site for some, with the tall cliff towering over the shore line below. But for him, this day, it was his enemy - or perhaps his closes friend. Whichever the case, he was terrified.

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[ As such, Grell is tense in fear that she's offended him, until he take her in his arms. Even as her body eases, her breath hitches with a nervous little chuckle. ]

You're sure it's alright?

[ Still, she will adjust the blanket around them to ensure he's warm. ]

I suppose, for now.

[ Though he hardly sounds like he'll change his mind on it. With a slight shift to his position, he finds himself being as comfortable as he was moments ago and lets out a content sigh. ]

[ The redhead quietly hums in acknowledgement. William does sound as though he's merely being a bit stubborn, and his actions certainly back that up-- and yet, her self depreciate nature leaves her with doubt. Likewise, she sighs. ]

We forgot all about the books, didn't we...

[ Still, she will attempt to push the thought from her mind, eyes briefly closing. ]

Though, I think I enjoy that we don't need any other source of entertainment in one another's company.

You don't find me boring?

[ He would have thought anyone would, to be honest. He knows he's not exactly the most vibrant of personalities. ]

[ Grell SIGHS! ]

Truly? You, the man that kidnapped me from Beachy Head and suggest that I, a complete stranger, live in your home. You, that inexplicably accepts me for what I am, encourages me to embrace who I am. You've filled my heart with excitement since we've met, Will.

All of that is because of you. I think you're having an odd effect on me.

[ Though, he doesn't sound like he takes issue with that. ]

Is that right?

[ She doesn't sound entirely sure that she believes him! ]

Then you will always have me to remind you of how valuable your company is.

Good. I will say the same.

[ A slight twitch of his lips hints at a smile, and he doesn't bother to hide it once he realises. ]

Good.

[ She's also smiling quite contently as she shifts to nuzzle down into the pillow, an arm settling over his. ]

Even when I'm not around, I hope you'll remember how fond I am of you. You're the best person I know.

[ For him, that really sheds light on what the rest of the people in her life have been like. Aside from her mother, it seems no one has given her any shred of kindness or respect. ]

You could consider yourself a light for the darkest parts of me. If I'm to make any attempt at something poetic.

[ A successful attempt, it seems, as it gets a blush out of her! Grell's free hand curls against her smiling lips. ]

Then I should do my best to recall that on dreary days. How incredibly special it makes me feel.

[ A hum of acknowledgement as he's subconsciously finding himself breathing in the scent of her hair. It's the scent of his own soap, but while he's more than used to the fragrance, it's somehow more inviting when donned by another. It has him heaving a pleased sigh without even realising. ]

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[ Lids lowering, her breath flutters. It's a subtle sensation, but it sets the nerves along her sensitive scalp alight - and her heart thumps harder in her chest. It seems that he would like to be intimate, but doesn't know how-- and yet, earlier, he had pushed her away for nudging him further than he was willing to go. She's unsure of what to do.

In the meanwhile, she will nudge up his sleeve, hand trailing along his wrist. ]

[ Grell may never have the chance to know, for now at least. William's drifted off, his arms relaxing around her. Maybe he wasnt looking to further their intimate relationship, but he certainly feels comfortable enough around her to let his guards down and breathe. ]

[ In some small way, it's a relief-- for not only is he comfortable, but has essentially taken the decision out of her hands. It makes her feel a bit cowardly, and also a bit foolish that she should think he might desire her in that way. Clearly, if he did, he would be just as conflicted and his mind wouldn't dip into slumber so easily... right?

With a sigh, she relaxes, eyes watching the flicker of flames. The music ends long before the fire dies down, filling the room with the soft crackle of wood. Only once its light has dulled to a faint glow of ember does she find herself following him into slumber. ]

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