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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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.

William watched Grell go, it was odd that he didn’t answer him at all but he let it go. After their argument earlier perhaps he just wanted to go home and forget about it, William certainly would. Even if he had meant all of what he had said it brought up emotions he had repressed for years and they were better forgotten. At least as long as Grell acted the way he did. So he looked over the work that had been handed to him, waiting for the redhead to leave and then stood up. Without much effort he went home and prepared a small meal which he ate in silence, like he always did. After making the dishes without fault he sat down to read a book and listen to some quiet music. It helped him calm his nerves. He found his thoughts went to Grell from time to time but it was nothing new. Usually it would be with annoyance and irritation but now with almost a sense of loss. How strange. Shaking his head he placed the book neatly on the table and went to brush his teeth. Sleep would do him good.

Grell examined the cuts and bruises now scattered along her back, torso and arms.  The smaller ones would go away pretty quick, probably by the morning, but the one on her arm from scraping it against her scythe would take a while.  It wasn’t dangerous, but it did sting a bit.  Either way, the redhead took a hot bath, ate a bit, then sat up in bed, reading a bit.  She realized that the bath had not cleared her of Sebastian’s scent; the scent of a demon.  Even being around one filled them with the scent, and it was hard to get rid of.  Grell found it intoxicating, like forbidden fruit.  Will, however, Grell knew, would get one whiff of the scent in the morning and scowl, as he always did.

Will you be jealous?  she wondered  Will you wonder why you can smell him on me?  Will you tell me?  Will you yell at me for fraternizing with a demon?  She hoped he would.  However, she had been hoping a lot lately, and it hadn’t much worked.  Sighing, the closed the book and set it beside the bed, glasses neatly placed on top of it.  Perhaps another visit to Undertaker tomorrow afternoon…