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[death_glare]

[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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[death_glare]

[ William can't help but watch as she's got her leg very near resting upon his shoulder! ]

I am not a very exciting person. My life as a mortal was not much different from what it is...was as a reaper.

[ His brow furrows as he says it aloud. It's actually rather depressing admitting he's so bland. ]

[untodeath]

Now, I don't think that's true. You're just too stubborn; once you focus of something, you need reminding that there's more to life outside of it.

[ Now it's time for the other leg! ]

You'd be brilliant as a lawyer. Or perhaps a business owner of some sort... Oh, but that's not much more fun than what we're used to at the office...

[ Trailing off in thought, hands at her thigh, she crosses her legs over with a long hum. ]

[death_glare]

Honestly, I hate how accurate that assessment is.

[ He glances over to Rosalind, still sound asleep on the bed. ]

Whatever it ends up being, don't allow me to drown myself in it.

[untodeath]

[ Attention falling to William, she reaches out to briefly dash a knuckle down his cheek with a half-smile. ]

Sorry, darling. You know I'll demand your attention for the two of us every chance I get.

[death_glare]

[ Surprisingly, his frown softens. ]

I know. Perhaps it is time for me to admit that I need that from you.

[untodeath]

[ With brightened eyes, her brows rise, cheeks coloring just so with glee. ]

You know, as much as I do love that cold edge of yours, I've rather fancied the idea of something a little warmer...

[death_glare]

[ Sighing, he sucks up his pride and takes her hand as he stands. ]

I will try, then. I do want both of you to be happy.

[ He tugs her off the vanity counter and towards the bed. ]

Let's get to sleep.

[untodeath]

[ Eyes glistening with overwhelming excitement, Grell happily wraps her hand in his whilst trailing after him. ]

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

[death_glare]

[ He lets go once they reach the side of the bed, then rounds to the other, so they may each take a spot next to Rosalind. Ever so carefully he pulls back the cover, climbing in and hoping she doesn't wake in the process. ]

[untodeath]

[ Doing just the same, Grell quietly giggles beneath her breath. Rosalind, however, seems less amused with the bed moving around on either side of her! With the littlest whine, she kicks her feet against the blanket, a hand rubbing at one of her eyes.

The redhead settles down next to her, petting over her soft hair and kissing the top of her head. Looking up to William with nothing but love and joy in her eyes, she smiles. ]

[death_glare]

[ Settling down on his side, he watches the gentle kiss Grell gives the girl. ]

This is going to be difficult. But, I think you will do a good job.

[ Possibly the only sincere compliment William's given her. But, the way she lights up around Rosalind, and how she controls herself to put the girl's interests at the forefront, says a lot to him. ]

[untodeath]

[ Between William's admission and his honest compliment, Grell's not certain how much more her heart can take! Her eyes are a little misty, actually. ]

...Really?

[ Reaching over Rosalind, she settles a hand over William's wrist in silent thanks. ]

[death_glare]

You know, very well, that I wouldn't say so otherwise.

[ He allows her hand to rest there as he breaths out calmly. The bed is somehow even more comfortable with them in it, as well. ]

[untodeath]

[ Relaxing into her pillow, she pulls back, though with some reluctance. Instead, she'll drape her arm over the child, if she'll let her without fuss. ]

I pray you're right. This is the best thing to have ever happened to me, really. I'd dread messing it up.

[death_glare]

I do, too.

[ William tucks an arm under his pillow and pulls the blankets up just high enough to cover the girl's torso. ]

I suppose that is why we're both here.

[untodeath]

[ Humming contently, Grell's lashes begin to flutter as sleepiness takes hold. ]

I hope you know how grateful I am, Will.

[ Lids falling at last, she breathes a sigh. ]

Goodnight, my love.

[ With the business of their day, they manage to sleep through until the early hours of the morning before their daughter stirs. Grell would insist that William go back to sleep through sighs and yawns, as she needed to prepare for the day soon, anyway.

By the time he wakes, Grell has already managed to style her hair into an updo, and has Rosalind seated in her lap as she works on her makeup at the vanity. Bouncing the little one on her knee, the baby is wholly entertained by alternating between smacking her mother's mascara tube on the countertop and gumming at its lid. ]

[death_glare]

[ William will be very grateful for that extra bit of sleep, as it's not something he's had in quite a long time. But eventually he does sit up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard and yawning against the back of his head. He can see Grell and Rosalind's reflections in the vanity mirror and greets them. ]

Good morning. If it is still, in fact, morning.

[ it's hard to tell when in a cabin with no windows. ]

[untodeath]

[ Rosalind flops back against Grell's torso and looks back for William's voice, gabbing noisily with excitement. She holds up the mascara tube with a wave of her chubby arm. She's acquired a thing, look! ]

It is, indeed! We've still a few hours before they stop serving breakfast, in fact.

[ Chuckling, Grell turns so that the baby can properly see her father. ]

Good morning, dear. Did you rest well?

[death_glare]

[ William's about to say something about Rosalind playing with a potentially toxic substance if it were to be ingested, but the cap appears to be on. ]

I did, for once.

[ Though she appears to be very proud of acquiring the tube of makeup. It gets a gentle look from William. ]

Have you eaten, then?

[untodeath]

You say that as though we'd think to go without you.

[ Looking down at Rosalind, she tickles a finger under her chin - and the baby just looks up to her with confusion, gumming away at that tube again. ]

We would't leave Papa, now, would we?

[death_glare]

[ It's certainly odd hearing himself referred to as a dad, again. It's a feeling that's both joyous and painful, at the same time. Grell's phasing aides in it, as well. ]

I would hope not.

[ He shakes away the sullen memory and pulls the blankets off himself. Then a moment to stretch and he's heading towards the bathroom to shower. ]

I will just be a few minutes and then we can go.

[untodeath]

[ Well, that earns something of a wry look from Grell, seeing as neither of them are dressed yet. ]

Right, well, I'll get this one into her little dress, then!

[ And once William has finished with his shower, Rosalind will be dressed with matching bow and stockings, seated upon the bed and kept amused by the ruffles she wears.

Grell, however, stands before the mirror in nothing but undergarments, as she's still lacing up her corset. Seeing the other earns a breath of relief! ]

Thank goodness. I'm going to need your help, darling...

[death_glare]

[ As William didn't bring his change of clothes into the bathroom with him, he emerges in one of the provided robes. He's sure it's a dangerous move, but at least he's mostly covered. She will get a nice look at his legs and a bit of chest just above where the robe crosses over itself.

His immediate attention is on his daughter, all smiles and giggles while amused with the smallest of things. But then Grell's attire gets a raised eyebrow. ]

That looks miserably uncomfortable.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, Grell can't even blame him. Rosalind is positively darling in every way, so it's understandable that she should steal the spotlight. Still, she's in front of him in panties, stockings, and a half-done corset, and that's what he's decided to say? She breathes a chuckle. ]

Yes, well, you asked for a wife and I'm not the sort to go halfway.

[ Meanwhile, she's certainly appreciating the view that HE has provided, notably giving him a once-over as one side of her smile pulls wider. ]

[death_glare]

[ He only said it looked uncomfortable, not that she didn't look good in it. It's when he approaches from behind her that she might notice him giving her a once-over, too. ]

I assume you need assistance in tightening it?