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[death_glare]

Set within the world of thefarshore, William's daughter from his mortal life, Abigail, has suddenly arrived. Assigned as Grell's new shinki, the 4 year old girl has no recollection of her former life, her passing, or her father.

This will serve as the master post for all threads related to this plot.

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[death_glare]

[ Abigail makes a muffled 'nuh-uh' against Grell's chest, protesting the idea of a nap so early in the day. But he body quickly betrays her and she unwillingly lets out a long yawn. ]

I'm not sleepy.

[ Maybe if she shakes her head no enough, Miss Grell will forget she just saw that yawn and let her stay up! ]

[untodeath]

[ GOODNESS, that muffled little voice against Grell's chest isn't making it any easier to let Abigail go! With a strained pout, she gives the girl's frame a soft squeeze with a wiggle of her shoulders. ]

Now, now, that yawn say otherwise, my darling!

[ Placing a kiss atop her dark curls, the death god closes her eyes, finding calm in these intimate little interactions with her, despite it all. ]

How does this sound; if I tuck you into bed, and you can't sleep in fifteen minutes, you can give me a shout and we'll forget the entire thing!

[death_glare]

[ She pouts, obviously not keen on the idea, but at the same time, she's positive that she can win this little bet! Especially if they start timing right now while she's still awake!

Taking the challenge, Abigail crawls back to the center of the bed, where the two reapers had found her originally, and buries herself beneath the bedding again. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell will let Abigail go, to see what she's up to - and the result leaves her chuckling with a shake of the head.

Reaching over, she'll ruffle up the blankets over the child a bit, before she stands! ]

Alright, bitty bedbug! I won't be far.

[ Making her way for the door, she'll quietly peek over her shoulder to the bed as she slips out, very carefully leaving it open just a crack behind her. Just in case. It isn't until she gets down the corridor a way, before she dares to make any noise - leaning into doorways, as she searches for the man on her mind. ]

Will? William, where've you gone off to...?

[death_glare]

[ Grell's calls will be answered with the shutting of a door a little ways down the hall. Seems William still hasn't quite collected himself, yet. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell has guessed why William is running from her, yes - but that is precisely why she'll pursue after him. Privacy be damned; she'll merely teleport to the other side of said door!

Opening her mouth to address him, she cuts herself short - instead, reaching out to place a hand over his chest. Her own eyes are emotional, damp and reddened, as sympathy seeps through her every feature. If he won't resist it, she'll throw her arms around him, to pull him in close for an embrace. ]

[death_glare]

[ There's no effort given towards rejecting Grell's embrace. Instead, William allows her to cling onto him, while his own arms remain at his sides. He really doesn't need to ask, as he can tell just by the brief look he got at Grell's face, that she must have seen everything. Still, the words come out anyway. ]

You named her, then?

[untodeath]

[ Burying her face against his shoulder, she takes a shaky breath. ]

I'm so sorry, Will - I truly didn't know, when I'd called you...

[ Yes, her answer went without saying. She's much more concerned about his wellbeing, at present, and she's far too emotional to make proper sense of what to do with herself. ]

This entire thing is unfair to you. She should be yours, and I've-- oh, goodness, you must hate me.

[death_glare]

No.

[ His response is almost immediate. ]

I would rather she be here with you. I won't have her in my temple with that demon slinking about. Besides, I...

[ There's a shaking breath as he pauses. His eyes shut, his shoulders slump, and cheek manages to rest itself heavily against the top of Grell's head. ]

...I don't think I could bear watching that scene again.

[untodeath]

[ The reassurance simply leaves Grell astounded- with a sharp breath, she blinks back more tears. Having him reciprocate in that embrace, even minimally, has the reaper turning her head to curl up more closely against him, however; arms shifting across his back so that her hands may press into him with some comfort. ]

Thank you for trusting me. [ She mutters softly, after allowing a few moments to pass. ] I'll protect her with my life, Will, I swear it.

[death_glare]

I know.

[ Odd how an action he usually finds beyond irritating from Grell is suddenly calming to him. He remains in the embrace for nearly a minute before finally pulling back. ]

Was she alright after I left?

[ That lingering fear of leaving her alone has him glancing towards the door. ]