The next afterlife

[dead_serious]

[ 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. ]

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[untodeath]

[ Okay, so, the corner of her frown might twinge upward, at that. ]

Well… I can’t imagine that I’ll need to appear as a businesswoman anytime soon, but perhaps she can make a guest appearance one of these nights~

[dead_serious]

[ Having done as much as he can with the small amount of soap, he begins to rinse her hair, keeping it slicked back for as long as possible. ]

Perhaps in a skirt that just barely passes code.

[untodeath]

[ Leaning into his touch once more, her eyes lull closed with a satisfied hum. ]

Now, here’s the important question… Panties, or no?

[dead_serious]

[ Seems he's actually thinking that one over!]

Normally, I would say yes. But I may have to ask you to surprise me.

[untodeath]

[ Teeth catching at the corner of her grinning lips, her brows tick upward. ]

Oh, then I know just the thing. Well. Assuming I can source the material.

[dead_serious]

[ That gets a rather perplexed furrow to his brow. ]

I can't possibly fathom what you have in mind.

[untodeath]

So, in other words, the perfect surprise.

[ With that, she leans forward to give him a peck on the lips, muffling the smallest snerk! ]

[dead_serious]

Hm.

[ He's paused from responding by her tiny kiss. ]

Do not keep me waiting long.

[untodeath]

Well, of course not. That would be unprofessional.

[ Noseboop! ]

[dead_serious]

[ William bats her hand away. How doesn't she get him with that every time?! ]

Stop, you know how much that irritates me.

[untodeath]

[ Well, that just gets her to chuckle! ]

I can’t help it, you’re too cute when I catch you off-guard. [ Hands gliding over his hips, she cups the sides of his bottom whilst pressing herself against him. ] And that’s not a term that I would typically use to describe you.

[dead_serious]

Honestly, I'm not certain if that is meant to be an insult or compliment.

[ Still frowning, he finally gets the last of the bubbles to rinse from her hair. ]

[untodeath]

[ Playfully, she ticks her tongue. ]

What I mean is that I would consider you stern, sexy— but I love every facet of you, and want the opportunity to appreciate them when I can~❤️

[dead_serious]

Well, you have appreciated that little personality flaw plenty of times now. So stop doing that.

[ He grips at her wrists so she can't sneak in another boop! ]

[untodeath]

[ That brings a knit to her brow, while she’s leaning into his hold, to bring their lips close. ]

I did not say it was a flaw.

[dead_serious]

No. I did. To still be caught off guard by that is certainly a flaw. Plus, I believe I should have stopped being cute centuries ago. That is a thing for children.

[ He tightens his grip as if that will lessen the cute factor moreso. ]

[untodeath]

[ That only makes her grin widen, a quiet but hearty purr lulls past her lips. ]

Darling, you’ve proven what a man you are. But, you’ve said that you love me… and, if that’s true, you must be brave enough to show me some vulnerability. You’re the one person I’d die for.

[dead_serious]

I believe I showed quite a bit of vulnerability in my record.

[ He heaves a sigh, though. ]

But, I suppose you're right. If you will show me your vulnerable side, as well. And I do not mean that in a sexual sense.

[untodeath]

[ Grell hums in agreement! She is right! Aaand, also, a hypocrite. After all, she’s just as guilty, hiding her insecurities with outlandish behavior. ]

We didn’t have much of a choice, viewing one another’s records and all— but, I can choose to share myself with you, openly… [ Her Smile turns a bit wry, as her head lulls off-kilter. ] That is, if I can even remember how.

[dead_serious]

I could use the same excuse, if that is how you are going to play this.

[ That smile of hers gets an challenging glare. ]

[untodeath]

[ Why is he glaring at her— oh. Well, she’ll pout, instead! The tiniest huff accompanies it, as she twists her wrist free, only to slips her hands into his. ]

That won’t be necessary, because I didn’t mean it like that.

[dead_serious]

Good.

[ But he will release her other hand now, too, and even go so far as to lace their fingers together. That's something to start! ]

[untodeath]

[ That softens her features, while she gives his hand a squeeze. ]

I love you. [ Leaning forward, she nuzzles under his chin! ] So much.

[dead_serious]

[ He may have returned the sentiment, for the second time that evening, but something tickles at his neck as she nuzzles him and he instinctively raises his shoulders to get her to stop. ]

What...did you grow whiskers somehow, too?

[untodeath]

[ Once she processes what he’s said, she gasps, standing upright to reach for her face! Her fingertips tap above her lip, and over her cheeks! Discovering none, she reaches out to heap his chest! ]

That was mean, you know!

[ Flipping her wet fringe out of her eyes, it also may draw attention to her elongated, fuzzy ears— the culprit!! ]