William T. Spears (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
death_glare) wrote2017-12-19 11:59 pm
death_glare) wrote2017-12-19 11:59 pm
TFS psl master post /o/
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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.
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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Ever so gently, William lifts Abigail up into his lap, where she quickly wraps her tiny arms around his shoulders as far as they will go. As she buries her damp face against his chest, he places a kiss atop her head. ]
I won't allow anything to hurt you. And neither will Grell.
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It may be the only thing that snaps her to, even. Seeing William act this way with a child has left her head spinning! She's somewhere between fantasy and horrific jealousy, completely incapable of comprehension.
With a breath, she-- smiles. Not a grin, but the softest, most normal smile she can manage. It's entirely awkward, but she's trying. ]
That's right, darling. [ She attempts to step closer, but falters when the girl flinches. ] You-- you know, I might seem frightening, but that's... so I scare away monsters and things, so they'll never get you!
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Yes, he is very good at sneaking off and causing distractions.
[ He could have been more colourful with his wording but he won't do so where his daughter can hear. ]
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[ Grell has never once corrected William on this particular issue, and never had she thought that she would - but, she's never been responsible for a child before, either. This is a relationship that will require many things of her that she's unaccustomed to; patience, guidance, and establishing respect.
At the very least, she's always wanted to be a mother, so this would be the opportunity to prove to herself that she could! ]
I'm going to take care of you, little one, I promise.
[ With a breath, she stands herself up tall to approach the bedside, and settle herself down beside the two of them. When Abigail doesn't pull away to hide this time, it brightens her smile, the redhead meeting William's eyes with delight! ]
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[ Likewise, this is the first time William's willingly given Grell that respect. Or even simply used her first name on its own. But if he's going to trust Grell to care for his daughter, especially when he's not able to be there himself, respect is something that will need to go along side that.
With Abigail now calm and seemingly okay with Grell being beside them, he shifts her on his lap so she's closer to the redhead. ]
I am sure Grell would like to hold you, if you are okay with that.
[ In truth, aside from wanting her to feel comfortable around Grell, William is finding it harder to keep himself calm. If he can just step out into the hallway for a few moments and pull himself together, perhaps they could explain some things about this world to the young girl. Grell would have to name her, after all.
Abigail seems to think about it for a moment before giving a quiet and shy 'okay'. ]
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The child's agreement will do well to pull her away from her thoughts, however; again, she's grinning, albeit unintentionally, as she offers her hands to Abigail. It makes the girl grip onto William's sleeves with a gasp!! ]
Oh-- no, Abigail, it's okay!! [ Grell's expression slacks with fret, her upturned brows pressed together and hands tensing, terrified that the girl might start crying again! But, to her surprise, Abigail manages to overcome her fears and raise her arms to be taken.
With something of a sob of joy, the redhead wastes no time in scooping her up! ]
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I'm going to use the restroom. I will be back shortly, so don't worry.
[ As he stands to leave, he gives the girl a reassuring pat on the head. The small, disappointed whimper she responds with breaks that stoic demeanor of his for the slightest moment and he adjusts his glasses to distract himself.
Although Grell's bedroom has that elaborate bathroom attached to it, William instead moves to exit the room entirely, making sure to close the door behind him. And it's only a moment before he has to remove his frames to avoid getting them smudged and wet with the stream of tears that run down his face. ]
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--Oh? Yes, surely.
[ But when she catches sight of the other going the opposite direction, she'll watch after him as it goes, her elevated mood giving way to concern.
Shoulders slumping with a quiet sigh, her gaze returns to Abigail. Forcing a softer smile, she affectionately brushes her fingertips along the child's fringe to right it. ]
Alright, beautiful, why don't we talk about things that make you happy? If I'm to give you a proper name, it should be something you like, hm?
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[ Just as Grell spends a great deal of time on her own hair, Abigail apparently likes hers a certain way, too. Because right after Grell shifts her brunette bangs, she's pressing both of her tiny hands to her forehead to muss it up again.
Though, the sudden questions, and maybe being called beautiful, gets her to look back up at Grell with wider and more comfortable eyes than before. ]
But my name's Abigail! [ Why would she need a new name when she likes hers just fine! ] And I like birdies cause they can fly! And they eat gross things like bread. And then I don't have to eat it.
[ She sticks her tongue out, because obviously Grell needs to fully understand just how gross bread crust is. ]
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Grinning with utter delight and amusement altogether, she breathes a soft laugh at Abigail's antics. ]
That is a very good reason to like birds, I think! They're adorable, besides - just like you.
[ She taps a finger to the tiny girl's nose. ]
And don't worry, my darling, Abigail is a fine name, and you shan't lose it! What I'm speaking of is a secret nickname that only you and I will use. That sounds fun, doesn't it?
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Kinda...
[ Which, along with the shy smile she's giving, actually translates to 'Yes!' ]
Do you get a secret one too?
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You can give me one, too, if you'd like. Certainly.
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[ She has to think a moment cause they only really introduced themselves to her once. ]
...the other person? Is it secret from him too?
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[ There's certainly endearment in Grell's eyes, at that. It seems obvious to her that Abigail has taken to "the other person" quite well already! Good taste, she thinks. ]
William is a good man, though. I trust him, and you can, too.
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[ She suddenly gets a mischevious look in her eyes and hushes her voice just in case William could hear them. ]
Can we give him one and not tell him?
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[ Grell pulls her in a little more securely, having leaned in to listen to her whispers - and now, she snickers! With a devious streak like that, perhaps they'll get along! ]
Now, that's a fantastic idea. What would you like to call him? [ Because all the names she has in mind aren't appropriate for a little girl to repeat. ]
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[ She hums to herself. Not knowing too much about either of them yet has her a bit stumped. Doesn't help that all she's seen of William so far is that uncharacteristically gentle side. And obviously, this has to be a really good name that they can giggle about together. ]
I dunno yet.
[ Which she sounds a bit disappointed at. But she'll definitely come up with something good for both of them! ]
You tell me mine first.
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It's alright, little one. I'll gladly think of yours.
[ With a tilt of the head, she hums. Abigail adores birds - and so does William, which she also seems to like. If memory serves her right, the man particularly has a fondness for one breed, in particular. One she'd recently heard a Japanese lullaby about! That had reminded her of him, at the time, but certainly would suit this darling little angel, even more... ]
I think I know. Hatoki.
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Ha-to-ki? [ She attempts to repeat it as best she can. ] What's that mean?
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[ Leaning forward to rest her forehead atop the little girl's, Grell peers over her glasses and into the girl's eyes. There's an undeniable familiarity to them-- is it because they've been drawn to one another? ]
If you like it, I'll make it yours.
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I wanna be a pigeon!
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It's settled then. I name you, Hatoki.
[ And thus, the process begins-- shining characters emblazoning into the shinki's skin and all; Grell, however, won't be seeing any of it, while her consciousness is consumed by memories that are not her own.
She's no stranger to this, now, but things are very different this time. When she comes to, it's to the sensation of a wet trickle over her wrists. Her face is hot, her chest aches - and she's crying, she realizes.
Trying her hardest not to sniffle, Grell's face writhes in empathetic agony as she curls in her embrace around little Abigail. ]
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With a shaky hand, William carefully lifts his glasses to attempt to blot away any lingering dampness around his reddened eyes. The large, decorative mirror in the bathroom practically mocking him for thinking he's anywhere close to looking 'normal' right now. Even if he was, he knows he's going to break upon seeing Abigail again. ]
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Raising a shaky hand to wipe away the moisture at her cheeks, Grell wills herself to take a deep and steadying breath. If it would take every ounce of her acting skill to make it possible, her voice will become steady. ]
Now, my darling, why don't I settle you in for a nap, mm? It's been an emotional day for you, so far, I'm certain that you must need it... And afterward, I can take you out for dinner! Whatever you'd like.
[ Biting at her lip, she's not ready to pull back to have her shinki see her just yet, so she's soothingly rubbing at her back, instead. ]
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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! ]
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