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thedispatch2021-06-04 02:58 pm
dead_serious) wrote in thedispatch2021-06-04 02:58 pm
The next afterlife
[ In hindsight, it was obvious. Reapers worked tirelessly, for centuries, trying to reach that one final goal - to be forgiven. For most, the feat of learning the value of life was impossible. The depression that lingered with them after they took their own lives was only compounded by their roles as death gods. So many joyous lives cut short, the lucky mortal's record almost mocking the unfortunate reapers as they watched the panels flip past their eyes. Most would forget they even had a chance to be forgiven, drowning in the enteral job set before them.
But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.
The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.
The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.
Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.
William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]
But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.
The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.
The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.
Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.
William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]
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Arms behind you. Do not make me repeat myself again.
[ That last command isn't just directed towards Grell, of course. The man looks back to the others in the room, almost as if he needs their permission to get physically involved in the show. I thought we weren't supposed to... William cuts him off. ]
I am the one directing this show. Not any of them. So, if you would like to see an ex-reaper bound and spanked, I suggest you get on with it. Honestly.
[ The perverted little imp seems rather eager now. Perhaps at William's forcefulness, perhaps that he gets to take part rather than just watching. Either way, Grell will feel the rope sliding against her skin.
Starting at the wrists, the rope braids her arms together, nice and snug. What's left of the cording circles under her arms before looping around her neck to create a snug collar and leash.
Impressed with the man's work (and fully committing how it was done to his memory) William dismisses him and rounds back to brush Grell's hair from her face. ]
And you called me jealous earlier. Honestly, I believe I rather like watching another man restrain you.
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By the time he rounds back, she’s already gazing up at him lovingly. Lashes fluttering at his touch, she nuzzles into his palm just so. ]
Is that right? Do I mean that little to you~? [ It's playfully asked, as she knows that he must realize how utterly obsessed she is with him. Simply, no one could ever match up. ]
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[ He pulls his hand from her face, in favor of grasping her new leash. A sharp yank is his silent order to follow him towards the center of the stage. A provided chair is pulled forward and William points for her to perch upon it. ]
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By all means, play to your heart's content.
[ And perch she does. Somehow, she can't guess what he'll do next! And to think, William considers himself boring. ]
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A few more audience members arrive as the show starts, and with that first slap sounding so inviting, they're quick to take a seat! ]