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"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

He fell to his other knee, still thankfully keeping a hold of the baby, her cries growing louder.

"Why are you doing this? Why cant I be happy for once?! Just for a moment…" 

Grell curled up, back to the cupboards and gently rocked the baby, trying to sooth her.

"Give me the child, Sutcliff, and you can return. Keep the child and you forfeit your place in our Realm." 

Shouting could be heard in the distance as several infirmary staff tried to keep the young man out of the room, but he overpowered them, going so far as to attack one of them. He burst into the room, and stopped short. "Will...?" He cracked, tears welling in his eyes. His lover was almost unrecognizable. "William, shit..." he ran to the other man's side quickly. "William?"
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enduringreaper:

William could hear the boy calling out to him, knew he ought to say something, anything to ease his sorrow, but he could not. The physical pain from his injuries alone prevented him from speech. His throat had been sliced with the blades of his own Deatch Scythe, body bruised, covered in lacerations and claw marks. He sported several broken bones including six broken ribs. It was clean he had fallen a great distance, for his spine was fractured in two places.

He was very lucky to be alive. 

"Sorry sir." He murmured. "I meant no disrespect, I am simply worried for your health. If you truly desire work I suppose I can bring some over."

"Thank you, but do not tell Ronald." 

Reversal

mirthfulmortician

He regarded his mentor for a long moment, unblinking, with nothing so heartless as pity, so much as a bird-watcher’s study. Was this going to be his fate, perhaps? Living too well within the rules, quashing his smile and proud humour into dry murmurs in the dark of solitude?

"That must be a misery."

He bestowed upon the boy a gentle look. “Not quite so, Mr Hall. It is not burdensome, in the solitude of my home, and with my closest friend I am quite content to smile should something strike my fancy.”  

Shouting could be heard in the distance as several infirmary staff tried to keep the young man out of the room, but he overpowered them, going so far as to attack one of them. He burst into the room, and stopped short. "Will...?" He cracked, tears welling in his eyes. His lover was almost unrecognizable. "William, shit..." he ran to the other man's side quickly. "William?"
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enduringreaper:

William could hear the boy calling out to him, knew he ought to say something, anything to ease his sorrow, but he could not. The physical pain from his injuries alone prevented him from speech. His throat had been sliced with the blades of his own Deatch Scythe, body bruised, covered in lacerations and claw marks. He sported several broken bones including six broken ribs. It was clean he had fallen a great distance, for his spine was fractured in two places.

He was very lucky to be alive. 

"Yes!" Eric yelled in the background indignantly.

"Hush- William are you meant to be working right now? Last I heard some of your fingers were broken…" He wouldn’t outright refuse William’s request for work, but he could impede it.

"My fingers are fine, Mr Humphries," he replied indignantly.

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

He stumbled forward, mindful to protect the child as he caught himself with his hip against the counter. The sudden lurching stirred her though and she instantly began to cry.

"No no no no no…its alright, I’ve got you little one, nothing bads going to happen," he hushed her, grimacing at the bruise starting to blossom on his hip.

"Stop it William. Leave me be. Leave us."

"Is this your resignation, Sutcliff? It will die eventually, all mortals do. Would you risk your very being for it?" he asked scathingly, striking behind his knee. 

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

"We have to, and I will take it by force if necessary. "

"No. I told you, I wont let you," he murmurs, once again turning his back on him and going back to making up a bottle for the baby.

He let his Scythe fly, hitting Grell in the back of the head. “Drop it. “

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

"You have altered the course of ITS life entirely. It cannot go back now."

"Then what do you propose Spears? Because I will not let you kill her."

"We have to, and I will take it by force if necessary. "

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

William snarled. “Imbecile. You cannot feed it because it is meant to die of starvation!” 

"She!" He turns on William with a fire like no other burning in his eyes. "She, not It! Don’t you dare. She might only be mortal. She might only be a wee babe, but She deserves just as much respect from you as any other being William T Spears."

The words come out hissed and spat. Sharp teeth clenched tightly. He would take anything Will wanted to dish out at him, but this one tiny life didn’t deserve his hatred.

"You have altered the course of ITS life entirely. It cannot go back now."

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

"Because I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone if I stayed there. I didn’t expect you to follow me admittedly, but then, it seems I underestimated you," he sighed, petting the childs cheeks, as he cradled her gently.

Wandering past William, he headed back toward the kitchen, intent on making her a bottle of milk and feeding her, regardless of what his supervisor wanted.

"She can still be taken back there William, there’s no need to get to snippy. When its time, just come for her, you can take her back to the house." There’s a distinct sigh which follows, a pause in his movements, as he hates the very words leaving his lips.

William snarled. “Imbecile. You cannot feed it because it is meant to die of starvation!” 

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

It took little to not time before he had everything, and on silent feet he snuck back into the house. Setting the bags down in the tiny kitchen, he wandered through to the parlor, intent on getting the babe and feeding her.

His eyes widened as soon as he caught sight of William, a terror filled scream leaving his lips, “William! No!” He rushed forward, pushing the other Reaper aside and snatching up the child in gentle arms.

"You followed me!" He hissed accusingly. "I knew I couldn’t trust you to leave well enough alone!"

"Well enough?" he asked scathingly. "You took the child from it’s death place, Grell. You altered the course of its life!" 

"You cannot keep it," he said plainly.
enduringreaper

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Grell looked up at his supervisor, his pained expression begging him without words.

"But Will…she was all alone. No one to look after her. I can’t just leave her here…" He murmured, from his spot on the floor, the newborn cradled gently in his arms, a blanket wrapped about her to keep the chill off.

The child’s mother, laying some distance away on the cold floor, all life drained from her, a pool of blood slowly seeping out around her body, where she had hemorrhaged and bled out.

As luck would have it, it didn’t take long before he found an abandoned house, the windows and doors boarded up, but the frame well in tacked.

He pulled the boards from the door, pushing inside as quietly as he could, and soon had the little one wrapped up snugly, a fire burning in the bare parlor.

Checking the time, he made sure all was settled, before he slipped out, knowing he would need supplies, milk and such, to keep her going through the night.Placing the boards back over the doorway, he slipped off into the night, sure not to let this little venture take long.

William watched him leave and wondered why he had brought the babe from one hovel to another. He sneaked inside, hushing the babe’s cries by lifting her into his arms. 

This was wrong.

He should not have been doing this. 

To touch a living Mortal child was to change it utterly. They were not to interact with Mortals. They were merely to do their job and leave. Grell was changing the circumstances of her life, rewriting her fate by removing her from the room she had been destined to die in. That moron. He should do it right now, and write her off as a mistake. 

He set her down and grabbed his Scythe. 

Shouting could be heard in the distance as several infirmary staff tried to keep the young man out of the room, but he overpowered them, going so far as to attack one of them. He burst into the room, and stopped short. "Will...?" He cracked, tears welling in his eyes. His lover was almost unrecognizable. "William, shit..." he ran to the other man's side quickly. "William?"
Anonymous

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enduringreaper:

William could hear the boy calling out to him, knew he ought to say something, anything to ease his sorrow, but he could not. The physical pain from his injuries alone prevented him from speech. His throat had been sliced with the blades of his own Deatch Scythe, body bruised, covered in lacerations and claw marks. He sported several broken bones including six broken ribs. It was clean he had fallen a great distance, for his spine was fractured in two places.

He was very lucky to be alive. 

"Yes you are." Alan giggled. "I’d forgotten about that little present. Perhaps I’ll feth it if Mr. Slingby starts to slack off again~"

William could hear Slingby’s protestations and laughed at the Scotsman. “Is there any paperwork you can send over to me? I fear I shall go mad with two weeks bedrest and nothing to do.” 

Shouting could be heard in the distance as several infirmary staff tried to keep the young man out of the room, but he overpowered them, going so far as to attack one of them. He burst into the room, and stopped short. "Will...?" He cracked, tears welling in his eyes. His lover was almost unrecognizable. "William, shit..." he ran to the other man's side quickly. "William?"
Anonymous

shi-no-toge:

enduringreaper:

William could hear the boy calling out to him, knew he ought to say something, anything to ease his sorrow, but he could not. The physical pain from his injuries alone prevented him from speech. His throat had been sliced with the blades of his own Deatch Scythe, body bruised, covered in lacerations and claw marks. He sported several broken bones including six broken ribs. It was clean he had fallen a great distance, for his spine was fractured in two places.

He was very lucky to be alive. 

"Everything is running smoothly. Eric was given temporary charge, but you needn’t worry. I’m keeping him in line." Alan chuckled softly. "He’s busy working on papers as we speak~"

"Are you using the crop I gave your for your birthday five years ago?" he asked with a slight chuckle, hearing Eric gasp in the background at this new information. "I’m on speaker, aren’t I?" 

Reversal

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"Huhhhh." he hummed, dusting his hands over the bin. "Is it because of that whole reapers-not-emoting thing we have to do? I wouldn’t think it’s a bad thing to indulge in when you’re not working the fields."

"Smiling is not one of my habits," he replied plainly. "It hasn’t been for a very long time. That being said you will find some Reapers here when not in the field very personable and quite jovial, but some tragic few like myself cannot flip the switch between work and rest." 

Shouting could be heard in the distance as several infirmary staff tried to keep the young man out of the room, but he overpowered them, going so far as to attack one of them. He burst into the room, and stopped short. "Will...?" He cracked, tears welling in his eyes. His lover was almost unrecognizable. "William, shit..." he ran to the other man's side quickly. "William?"
Anonymous

shi-no-toge:

enduringreaper:

William could hear the boy calling out to him, knew he ought to say something, anything to ease his sorrow, but he could not. The physical pain from his injuries alone prevented him from speech. His throat had been sliced with the blades of his own Deatch Scythe, body bruised, covered in lacerations and claw marks. He sported several broken bones including six broken ribs. It was clean he had fallen a great distance, for his spine was fractured in two places.

He was very lucky to be alive. 

"Ah, how are you doing sir? Feeling a bit better?" He asked, having been a bit worried about the other man. "Is Knox taking care of you?"

"Knox at this moment is sleeping; he needs his rest," he replied softly, love evident in his voice. "I am well, and quite eager to return to work. What is the state of my office?"