Hello~ I am the beautiful Grell Sutcliff! Oh, but you probably knew that already. I'm here to answer all your questions, no matter how personal~ Please feel free to ask me absolutely anything~ And if you're handsome enough, I'll ask you to stay a while.
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Grell’s gaze was kept down on the pavement and the papers in her hands as she walked, not noticing Will’s steps had slowed since they began walking.  It wasn’t until she saw the pair of feet next to hers, and heard the steps that she noticed.  She didn’t look up, though, but let her hair hang on the sides of her head and hide the small smile that traced along her lips for a few seconds before vanishing.  Walking next to Will held memories, old ones, one of them walking home from work, fingers intertwined, Grell all smiles and giggles, and Will at least somewhat calm.  

Her gloved fingers tightened on the stack of papers in her hands, remembering the feel of those long gone moments.  Hold my hand, like you use to… But he wouldn’t.  He hadn’t in a long time, and Grell knew he wouldn’t again.  So, she settled for walking next to him, in silence, until they once again reached the office, and Grell dutifully went back to her office to do the work.  However, she stopped for a moment to admire the lovely red paint now splattered on the wall.

It was almost peaceful to walk next to Grell, even if the silence was rather uncomfortable it was nice to know where he was and that, most importantly, he wasn’t with anyone else. His fingers twitched but he didn’t move them, there was no reason since you only held the hand on a partner or lover in his experience. And as it was now Grell was neither of those things. And if things continued this way he would never be. He nodded at the redhead when they returned and was about to speak when he left. That made him frown and feel like a fool. Grell had only returned to get out of overtime and nothing else. Why did that hurt? It shouldn’t, it was unprofessional. Without a word he returned to his own office and sat down, for once in his life not feeling the urge to do his papers.

The office was quiet, basically silent save for the scratching Grell’s pen made on the paper.  She wanted to get this done, so as to stop bothering Will.  That’s all she’d been to him lately, anyway; a bother, a nuisance, a distraction, a headache.  Those were his key terms, but from time to time they varied.  Grell knew them well; she heard them often.  It wasn’t anything unusual to hear them by now, and the redhead never thought much about it.   The hours passed, and the pile of paperwork slowly dwindled down to nothing.  When Grell glanced at the clock on her wall, it read half past nine.  Hm, later than she normally ended her shift, but earlier than a full session of overtime.  Standing, she gathered the papers and carried them to Will’s office, thinking to drop them off before she left.  As she entered her supervisor’s office, however, she found him asleep, leaning on his desk, pen in hand.  Well, that was certainly a sight.  Setting the papers down, Grell took a moment to look at Will’s sleeping face; it was much softer than when he was awake, and his shoulders seemed much less stiff.  For a minute, she thought of waking him up, but that would likely spark a conversation, which, at this point, Grell didn’t feel like having.  So, still smiling, she just pulled the coat he had taken off from the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders, like a blanket, and left, aiming to head home.

William never fell asleep at work, or he had never done it before. But he also usually never let his emotions run away with him in such a way and it had taken more out of him than he had believed possible. Even so he was still sensitive to what was going on around him, years of knowing Grell had led to that. His eyes opened the instant his jacket was placed on his shoulder and he lifted his head, adjusting his glasses. How embarrassing to be seen in such a state at work. William cleared his throat and glanced down at his desk, to see….papers…that wasn’t his. His eyes went to the retreating form of…Grell? “How commendable of you to finish your work Grell Sutcliff. Thank you.” What else could he say after what had happened. He should return home and pretend it hadn’t happened in the morning.

Her heart leapt, more than it should have, when Will thanked her.  She just smiled and nodded, continuing on her way.  The reply had been cold, but sincere.  It was only a thanks for getting her work done, nothing more.  Collecting her scythe and jacket from her office, the redhead reaper managed one last glance at will through the crack in his office door before she headed out onto the streets, walking home.  After today, she needed a nice hot bath, and rest.  It had been quite busy.

She was near her apartment building when something caught her eye.  It was a figure, perched atop the roof of a building, waiting and watching silently, like a cat.  Grell knew who that was, and that sharp grin of hers crept across her face.  ”Bassy~!” she called, waving.  ”Looks like I’ve found you!”

The demon didn’t smile, and only rolled his eyes, ignoring the redhead below.  Grell wasn’t bothered, and only took the opportunity to jump up onto the rooftop and join him.  Sebastian wasn’t pleased.  He had no time for this.  The mission he was on was important for his young master, and he had to complete it.  Without much more than a word, the raven-haired man threw Grell down to the ground, not caring how or where she landed, and then ran off, not wanting to deal with her at the moment.

Grell landed with a hard thud, and sat there dazed.  When she came to her senses, she sat up, then stood.  She felt blood dripping down her lip, and licked it up.  The taste was metallic and pleasant, and made her smile.  Looking down, she noticed a gash in the sleeve of her jacket and shirt, revealing a cut from scythe.  It was bleeding rather quickly, but not dangerously.  She’d worry about it, and the scar it would surely leave, later.  Without caring to pay much more attention to the other cuts and bruises that lovely fall had surely earned her, Grell continued home to run her bath.