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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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[ 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! ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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?

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[ 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.

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[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!

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[ 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?

[deathknellgrell]

This is my answer!

[ Arms flung wide, he lunges at William, attacking him with a kiss! ]

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[ Completely expecting that next, William easily catches Grell. He hugs him close, returning the kiss with fervor. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ As much as Grell wants to keep kissing William for all eternity, a competing desire is emerging. He draws away, out of the kiss - to hold up and admire his new shiny ring! He slips it on his left ring finger. ]

Oooooh~!

The ruby is so red - and look at those precious thorns.

It's absolutely beautiful, it's perfect~♥

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No, something is wrong.

[ William takes Grell's hand, removing the ring.

He pauses for a moment, looking Grell in the eye, then slowly replaces the ring, himself. ]

I told you I was going to do this properly.

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[deathknellgrell]

No! Wait! There's--

[ He looks ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED when William pulls the ring off... ]

[deathknellgrell]

Ah~

[ Clearly relieved, Grell glances from the ring to William and back again. And then, relief gives way to mischief... ]

Going to do it properly, hmmm~?

Then hadn't you better get down on one knee?

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Ah, yes. That is the tradition.

[ For once, William has no qualms complying with Grell's request. He removes the ring a second time, keeping Grell's hand in his own as he kneels down. ]

Grell Sutcliff, will you marry me?

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell hadn't actually expected William to comply so easily; that he'd grumble and protest at being asked to do something so ~ridiculous~ and romantic. Thus this gesture touches him deeply. ]

Yes, William T. Spears. I will marry you.

[ The misery he'd experienced; the grief he remembered - all are fading away. The chaos and madness bound tight in his heart unwind. He is happy. ]

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Good.

[ William slides the ring back on, giving Grell's hand a small kiss before he stands once more.

He adjusts his glasses, acknowledging Grell's joy with the slightest smile of his own. To think his greatest annoyance could also be his greatest source of comfort and happiness. ]

Now that I am officially stuck with you for eternity, I do not want to hear anymore complaints. Understood?

[deathknellgrell]

[ In a bit of a trance, Grell marvels at the ring, holding it up and observing how the stone catches the light. He is in a state of romantic bliss, absolute perfection... ]

--hmm?

'Tisn't official yet, we've still got to get ~married~!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

We can do so next weekend. Provided I can get caught up enough with the billing for the studio.

[ All set to schedule a quick wedding into his adgenda. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Next weekend.





[ Wait for it, waaaaaaait for it! ]

THAT'S NOT NEARLY ENOUGH TIME TO PREPARE!