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thedispatch2021-02-08 03:12 am
untodeath) wrote in thedispatch2021-02-08 03:12 am
the woman.
[ She had always said that she was going to do it, but it took Grelle Sutcliffe just about two-hundred and fifty years to make good upon that oath.
The process was as complicated as they come, but everything simply had to be perfect. Genuine as one could get, with some cosmetic enhancements to round everything out— more literally than one might think.
It was said that scientific advancements in the spiritual realm preceded those in the physical by roughly seventy-five years, and despite how little she claims to know of it, the reaper followed it all quite closely. Genetic engineering had advanced so much that one could have organs - or entire limbs - lab-grown for replacement. It then became possible to alter the cellular makeup or such appendages, for aesthetic purposes, or even, their sex. Finally, sexual organ transplants were possible.
Equipped, as it were, Grelle also wished to soften her facial features and give her body the proper curves to rebalance her naturally masculine frame. Having it all done at once was the most excruciating thing she’s had to endure this far, but it was necessary, with how stingy management is at granting leave!
That said, she’s returned to office, though it won’t be until the end of the week that her medical release approves her return to field work.
But, first thing’s first; she must report to her supervisor. ]
How I’ve missed you❣️
[ Despite being out for nearly a month with very little contact, and an entirely new physique, the redheaded reaper has burst into his office as though nothing were out of the ordinary! ]
The process was as complicated as they come, but everything simply had to be perfect. Genuine as one could get, with some cosmetic enhancements to round everything out— more literally than one might think.
It was said that scientific advancements in the spiritual realm preceded those in the physical by roughly seventy-five years, and despite how little she claims to know of it, the reaper followed it all quite closely. Genetic engineering had advanced so much that one could have organs - or entire limbs - lab-grown for replacement. It then became possible to alter the cellular makeup or such appendages, for aesthetic purposes, or even, their sex. Finally, sexual organ transplants were possible.
Equipped, as it were, Grelle also wished to soften her facial features and give her body the proper curves to rebalance her naturally masculine frame. Having it all done at once was the most excruciating thing she’s had to endure this far, but it was necessary, with how stingy management is at granting leave!
That said, she’s returned to office, though it won’t be until the end of the week that her medical release approves her return to field work.
But, first thing’s first; she must report to her supervisor. ]
How I’ve missed you❣️
[ Despite being out for nearly a month with very little contact, and an entirely new physique, the redheaded reaper has burst into his office as though nothing were out of the ordinary! ]
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Wait— really? That is what you feel? [ A chuckle. ] Wow. Better than I could’ve imagined, really.
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[ Somehow it sounds like both teasing and telling the absolute truth! Still, his eyes have drifted shut as he enjoys the calmness between them. ]
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[ Speaking of, she hopes he isn’t nodding off already! Though this cuddle feels fantastic - something she’s needed for a long while, soul-healing, even - she can’t let him go that easy! She pickes up his hand, kissing his knuckles. ]
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I could stand a bit of boredom, where you're concerned.
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Could either of us stand to have me bored, though? Hn❤️?
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[ Not that he wants her out of his lap, just yet. He really is rather comfortable. ]
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[ Grelle isn’t exactly jumping to it, either; instead, she’s kissing his neck with a giggle. ]
Before it gets cold.
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[ Now she's got him making excuses! Though, after a few centuries of hard work, William's overdue for some laziness. ]
Up, then.
[ He gives her ass a brief pat, giving her the rare chance to move before he makes her. ]