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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Who: William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!


[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...

William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]

Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.

[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]

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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Exactly what I said. Why did you make a contract with a demon after the way I treated you?

[ He's looking Grell straight in the eye now, his tone dead-serious, as always. ]

[deathknellgrell]

I don't--

You didn't--

[ His words die on his lips. He's silent for a time. And then: ]

Look - you were you, but you weren't the you that I--

[ He looks down, avoiding William's gaze. ]

It made me realise - the only way, the only place that you could possibly love me was here. That if we were home, if we were anywhere else, we'd just...

I had to make the best of things while I could, you know?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

That is not how it should be.

[ Vague as ever!

He takes another long sip, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly. There's actually more than just guilt lingering on his mind. Something else, that he has just as little experience with. Nervousness. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell notices, acutely, William's demeanor. Something is not right. Grell drops his fork; it bounces off the table and onto the floor with a clatter. ]

What're you saying?

That you shouldn't love me at all?

[ He stands up, knocking his chair backwards. ]

After everything! YOU BRUTE!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Considering how caught up William's mind was with a...certain topic, Grell's reaction actually catches him off guard, for once! ]

That is not what I said.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell clasps his hands, folding them behind his neck. ]

No?

Then what were you saying?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ A moment or two and a few deep breaths later, William stands from the table, as well. ]

Sit. I have something for you. It is in the other room, however, so give me a moment.

[ And he walks off towards the bedroom. ]

[deathknellgrell]

You--what?

[ Utterly befuddled, Grell glances after him. And then, for lack of anything better to do, he sits. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ What William's gone to retrieve isn't actually in the bedroom. He's got it tucked safely away in that handy 4th dimension reapers are fortunate enough to have control over. He's more just taking the moment to collect himself.

Another calming breath and he's headed back towards the kitchen. There's quite obviously something being clutched in his right hand. He extends the hand, offering Grell... ]

Here.


[ ...his bright red stiletto boots back. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell wasn't at all sure what William was up to. Certainly he didn't expect-- ]

OOOOoooooooOOOOooooooh~!

My BOOOOOTS!

[ He grabs them, pressing them to his heart! ]

I hope you smacked Eric hard, he deserves it!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

No. He was actually very cooperative and [ A pause. ] helpful.

[ Grell's reaction to merely getting his boots back is giving William a little more of a boost in confidence. He calms a bit more, letting Grell hug the boots. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Probably only because he was afraid we'd pound him. And because the boots didn't fit him.

[ Grell gives his beloved boots a final hug; then, setting them aside, he stretches up on tiptoe and presses a light kiss against William's cheek. ]

Thank you, darling. It means a lot to me. That you ~care~.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ That last statement brings that small flutter of nervousness back again. Thus, William quickly moves his hand to his glasses frame to distract himself. ]

Sit. I have something else, as well.

[ He adjusts them again, this time pushing them up the bridge of his nose. ]

And close your eyes. And put your hands out, like this.

[ His hand finally moves away from his glasses to demonstrate. He outstretches his hands, forming them into a bowl shape. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell sits, though he's clearly confused. William is behaving very oddly indeed: the tension in his voice, the incessant glasses adjustment.

Fidgeting in his chair, he shuts his eyes and begins to extend his hands as instructed-- ]

Ah, Will~?

[ His eyes snap open again, and he half-rises. ]

Are you still angry at me? About the Magical Girl business? Cos I know it was silly, but I couldn't think of anything else, and the opportunity presented itself, and I just--

[ Because all this strange behaviour must mean William is still upset with him, of course! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William had been reaching into his suit jacket to retrieve a certain something from the inner pocket when Grell's eyes snapped open again. He quickly pulls his hand away and immediately frowns. His words come out hastily and a bit flustered. ]

I did not tell you to look yet.

[ He clears his throat, looking to the side and digesting Grell's words. ]

It was very foolish of you. Beyond foolish.

[ This is proving to be quite difficult for William. Even after opening up to each other so much in the past year, William's struggling. ]

But it is my fault. I drove you to it.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell sits down again. ]

I...

Yes. You did.

[ Grell's voice is small. His eyes are brimming. He blinks and shuts his eyes; but the tears come. All theatrics have faded; these are genuine tears. ]

You broke my heart.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ In perfect time with Grell's words, William feels that twinge of pain in his chest. One he is barely familiar with, that he didn't even think was actually possible. It had only happened once before...when he'd found out Grell had died. ]

Grell, I...

[ He goes quiet. He's second guessing his decision to give Grell his gift. Not because he doesn't want to, it's just that now the timing feels horribly off. As if it would look like he was giving it merely to shut Grell up and get him back into his usual mood. ]

...I'm sorry.

[ For William, those two words are so rare and meaningful on their own. Yet, he can't help but feel as though they are pathetic in comparison to everything that has happened and that they both must be feeling. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Paradoxically, this makes Grell dissolve into wailing sobs! ]

Y-you can break my heart a hundred times, a thousand! It's all right.

[ He clasps William's hands, pressing them to his cheek and kissing his fingers. ]

We're together now. That's all that matters.

[ The significance of William's apology is not lost on Grell. He tries to smile, despite his tears. ]

There was... something you wanted to show me?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Grell's words make William breathe a sigh of relief. As improbable as the idea was, William almost expected Grell to tell him things were off. He squeezes Grell's hands in his own before pulling them away. He reaches into his suit jacket retrieving a small velvet box. ]

I know I have kept you waiting a long time for this...

[ He opens the box, admiring it's contents before turning it so Grell can see. ]

If you will still accept it from me after the way I acted.

1/?

[deathknellgrell]

[ Bemused, Grell watches William withdraw the little box and open it... ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ ...and even when he sees the ring, it takes a moment for what William is saying to actually register. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Is this...

[ He reaches for the box, plucking the ring from its cushion. He looks from it to William and back again. ]

Are you seriously asking me...?

[deathknellgrell]

[ But isn't William always serious? His eyes burn bright, wide as saucers. ]

Oh Will~!

DONE

[deathknellgrell]

[ He can't contain himself. He leaps up and shrieks: ]

OOOOoooOOOOOOOooooooOOOH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ This classic Grell reaction is relieving to see, for once! That nervousness William had been feeling vanishes and he snaps the box shut, it's purpose having been fulfilled. ]

I assume that is your answer, then?