Texting~!

[dead_serious]

Technology in the reaper realm always advanced much quicker than in the mortal world. How that was possible wasn't made quite clear, but every employee would have to agree that it made the job far more tolerable and almost manageable. Before they knew it, fancy new machines were showing up in their cubicles and offices. Large ones that could transfer writing from one sheet to countless others. An extremely convenient electronic typewriter that made the organization of files far more streamlined. And now, their newest administered device which allowed them to communicate between departments and even branches without having to travel. They called it a 'cellular phone.'

( This shall be a catch all post for any random text exchanges between characters! )

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[dead_serious]

Then you may as well recall a few right now.

[untodeath]

Mm. Oh, I am. ❤️

[dead_serious]

Honestly, I do not understand you in the slightest.

[untodeath]

We're talking now, aren't we? What would you like to understand?

[dead_serious]

Why you find my violence towards you to be sexually arousing.

[untodeath]

Pain and pleasure are terribly close, you know.
That sharpness can resonate through your very core.
It becomes addicting.
You want more, until it burns away everything else.
In that way, it's very cleansing.
But it isn't just any pain.
I tend to be not as picky, but even so, the source matters!

[dead_serious]

Simply the fact that I am the one inflicting it makes it even more appealing, then?
I still can't say I fully understand. Perhaps because I don't find it that way, myself.

[untodeath]

Incredibly so.
Surely, there is something that you can compare it to.
What makes you feel that way?

[dead_serious]

Why in Death's name am I even considering answering this question? Honestly, this trip must be making me feel more stressed than normal. I've obviously lost my mind.
Fine.
What you have on.

[untodeath]

[ Okay, surely, she must be in some fantasy - perhaps, she had fallen asleep during their texts. Quite literally, she'll pinch herself!

Okay, that's pretty nice. And she's definitely awake! ]


This simple thing could make you feel such a way?
Well, the least I could do is to offer you more.
Would you like that?

[dead_serious]

Yes, I find lingerie very appealing. Is that not its entire purpose?
Would I enjoy seeing more? Yes. The question is more, is it smart for me to agree and give you that power over me.

[untodeath]

Darling, you did so the moment you confessed.

[ A brief period of silence follows - long enough for Grell to slip into little something. Matching black thigh-high stockings, black with subtle red embezzled lace bands accompany the harness - and nothing else. A strategically placed leg keeps the image moderately modest, framed from her neck, down to her knees. ]

[dead_serious]

Quite the leap from simple lace knickers.
Though I have no complaints.
You look brilliant in it.

[untodeath]

[ A compliment. From. William. Grell might have to fan herself! She'll definitely have to smother a squeal into a pillow. ]

Well, lace knickers hardly constitute as proper lingerie, in my opinion.
If you would happen to have any preferences in mind, I might consider humoring them.
Tell me what you'd like to see.

[dead_serious]

Might you own something in latex?

[untodeath]

Oh, I do❤
That, however, will take me a few to wiggle into.
In the meanwhile, why don't you share a little something, as well?
Surprise me 🥰

[dead_serious]

I already sent you a photograph. Where I smiled.
That surprised even myself.
Fine, fine.

[ It takes him awhile, too. He isn't used to photographing himself. Especially not in the mirror to get a fuller shot. Though it's not nearly as sexual as her's was, at least she'll get to see what the bottom half of his new bedtime attire is. Where one might of thought he'd be the classic tighty-whitey style of underwear type, instead he's got on a pair of long briefs, tight and in a light enough shade of grey that you can make out what's hidden beneath decently well. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell hums, as one does when eying a treat on an empty stomach. ]

Would you lift your shirt for me?

[ And, as though to hold him at blackmail, she sends only a picture of her ankles crossed prettily, clad in red latex stockings. ]

[dead_serious]

Honestly, who is being the tease now?

[ But he complies, wanting to see the rest of her outfit. ]

[untodeath]

[ So that works! What an exhilarating feeling, having that sort of influence over William. ]

You are positively delectable.
What a lucky lady I am.

[ What he receives is a full body this time, camera held before her face. Her stockings are certainly the highlight of the outfit, red stilettos and opera gloves to match, along with a cute little bolero. Her hips are cocked, knee raised to conceal herself. Her arm is propped over her head, pushing her hair over partly out of her (mostly concealed) face. ]

[dead_serious]

[ Back in bed, William hasn't noticed that he's been subconsciously stroking the front of his shorts. ]

Brilliant, once again.
Leaving all the right places uncovered.
Who are you wearing all these for, anyway?

[untodeath]

Myself, mostly.
There's a freedom in empowering one's sexuality and nurturing the confidence that stems from it.
Why, do you really want to know who I've been sleeping with?
Are you jealous?

[dead_serious]

You've never spoke of anyone, so I assumed no one.
But having garments such as these suggested otherwise.

If you have been, I can't imagine what they must have been thinking.

[untodeath]

Now, that doesn't answer my question. No fair.
Well... What are you thinking?

[dead_serious]

No, I'm not jealous. They obviously mean nothing to you if you haven't even bothered to speak their name or show yourself with them.
I already doomed myself decades ago.