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William T. Spears ([personal profile] dead_serious) wrote in [community profile] thedispatch2021-02-14 12:37 pm

Thorns

[ William stands in the senior doctor's office, Alan sitting in the chair beside him. They've just been informed on how dire the attack Alan suffered by the desperate woman's record will be upon him. William simply nods in understanding, turning from the doctor and offering Alan a hand to stand. With Alan being both mentally and physically exhausted from the event, William makes the decision to teleport them to his office. Better to make it easy on the younger reaper and avoid any interaction with the other members of Dispatch while they can. ]

Take a seat, Humphries.

[ William does, as well, quietly observing him from his own seat behind his desk. ]

How are you feeling?
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[personal profile] amongthethorns 2021-02-25 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alan paused at that question. His scythe was honestly more like the standard scythe he used as a trainee. He hadn't seen any point in filing forms for something over the top or customized if the first design worked. It was perfectly serviceable.

However -

After this perhaps something a bit different would be wise. Something that would give him space between the person he was reaping and himself. ]


I want something like yours perhaps not as advanced, though. While I like your scythe I feel the simpler the better - less moving parts and things for me to worry about maintaining. Perhaps just a blade on a longer pole?
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[personal profile] amongthethorns 2021-02-25 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Who knows. Maybe in a few years they'll figure out something a bit less risky and you can switch to that.

[ There's a small inhale an a shaky exhale. He hates this. He's used to being in control and things were going so well in his life as a reaper. ]

When I have to go back to the infirmary for these check-ups they were talking about will you go with me? I can make sure to go before work hours or after so it doesn't interfere with anything.

[He just really doesn't want to do this alone and William is literally the only person alive that might understand what he feels right now even if it was only a slim sliver. ]
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[personal profile] amongthethorns 2021-03-01 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. I think I would like your support.

[He doesn't want to do this alone but he doesn't want to worry anyone. William already knows so it's not an additional burden and he needs to be kept aware of what was happening. That was a least how Alan was justifying what he felt was perhaps selfishly asking his boss to come with him to these things.]

That's a fair point, too. Are you sure that that's, okay? It won't be a bother?
Edited 2021-03-01 19:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] amongthethorns 2021-03-10 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I would never think you were cruel, Sir. I wasn't attempting to imply any such thing, I assure you. I just don't think it would serve us any good for them to know. I would like that.

[His expression softens. Maybe he's just sentimental or maybe he's too emotional, too tired; too worn by the whole affair but he's taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes with his hand. His eyes are dry and scratchy, he has no tears left but that doesn't stop him from needing to wipe at his eyes.]

As my boss and my friend. I think that might be the nicest thing you'd said to me yet.
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[personal profile] amongthethorns 2021-07-20 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He gave a breathless laugh, taking that square of fabric. He doesn't dab it at his eyes, instead Alan was using it to clean his glasses. Meticuously focused on the habit the almost ritual of making certain they were properly cleaned after his crying.]

Don't worry about that. You've said it now and I've gotten to hear it. That's all that matters.

[Finishing cleaning his lenses he slips them back in place neatly refolding that handkerchief that he offers back to his senior. There were so many things he hadn't said himself and now well - Was there a point? He didn't think so. It would only hurt people in the end.]