#morternal

[reddecth]

@morternal pish posh nothing to see here, will darling, just keep loo KING THAT WAY --

@omenmortis -- HOLD STILL YOU LITTLE MAGGOT!!!

[deathgodly]

aid.

aid help them with a task.

she    doesn’t    know    how    to    say    thank    you.

to    most,    it    would    be    simple,    just    two    simple    words    and    that’s    it,    but    to    grell    it’s    a    snarl    of    ‘    i    didn’t    need    your    HELP    anyway,    william    !    ‘    but    she    is    trying    to    be    kinder.    she    is    trying    to    keep    her    temper    in    check    ------------    for    him.    she    has    decided    that    she    likes    him,    and    she’s    decided    she    wants    to    be    enough.    enough,    enough,    enough.    perhaps    it’s    best    to    soften    herself    for    him.    men    don’t    like    angry    woman    and    in    all    honesty,    grell    didn’t    like    the    person    she    was    becoming    either.    so    when    william    takes    the    paperwork    out    of    her    hands    and    checks    the    boxes    she    hadn’t    understood,    it    takes    her    a    moment    to    comprehend    what’s    going    on.    

she    takes    it    back    once    he’s    done,    scanning    it    over.    it    makes    more    sense    now,    and    instead    of    feeling    embarrassed    that    she    hadn’t    gotten    it    immediately,    she’s    instead    filled    with    a    sense    of    .    .    .    awe,    perhaps.    who    else    would    actually    help    her    ?    

and    then,    awkwardly,    like    the    words    have    been    dragged    out    of    her    mouth    :    ❝    i    understand    now.    thank    .    .    .    thank    you,    william.    ❞

[hopukinsu-blog]

             “what’s up with men and their boring taste in clothing. even your face is stiff, how do you even go outside without feeling ashamed of yourself?” // @morternal

[deathgodly]

“ not to be overdramatic or anything but are you seeing what i’m seeing ? it’s like i’ve been saying this entire time : he loves me. “

[deathgodly]

“ satisfactory. ha ! imagine. “

[deathgodly]

🎉 + diss.

send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on new years eve.

despite what some may think, grell isn’t really one for office parties. they’re tiring and everyone always expects too much from her, so usually she sits them out. not this one, though : this one is special. she’s always been a fan of the new year. maybe it’s the excessive amount of wine she’s been drinking that makes her sit down next to william spears, or maybe he’s the only person in the room that she doesn’t immediately want to strangle for being mediocre. 

she’s not counting how much she’s had but someone who doesn’t know her well could certainly call her tipsy —– and someone who does know her well might call her absolutely drunk. she just prattles away to will about everything that’s on her mind, pretending that he’s actually listening. ( he probably doesn’t care about his coworker mocking everyone’s outfits. he’s probably tuned her out. )

when the countdown comes, grell finds herself swaying, practically gravitating towards him, and without thinking of any consequence she leans in to kiss him. she’s not exactly certain how she ends up on the floor with her wine all over her dress in a stain that will never come out, but she’s quickly snapped out of her reverie. flushing pink, she looks up at will as she tries to get to her feet. god, she hopes nobody is looking. “ bollocks, “ she mutters under her breath. it’s hard to think. ( to be fair, when william is involved it’s always hard to think, but now is even worse. )

“ maybe next year, my love ? “ she offers, giving him a heartrendingly sincere smile. she wants to go home. she wants to go home. she wants to go home. she turns away from him quickly and takes a deep breath, not wanting to hear whatever will’s going to say. grell stalks off into a nearby crowd of reapers where she thinks he won’t see, trying to keep it together. 

she’s going to find ronald, or maybe othello if he’s here. ask someone to take her home.

[domina-gladiis]

WHOEVER DECORATED MY OFFICE WITH FLOWERS IS GOING TO BEG FOR A SWIFT SECOND DEATH

                                                          {♔}

     W ell; William’s discovered his little surprise much later than Elizabeth had anticipated. Someone must have been keeping her superior busy. Which was an added perk on her part, since it gave her the two hours it took to carefully cover every square inch of the senior reaper’s office in floral decoration. It also gave her some time to wait patiently around the corner, in perfect view of the door to her boss’ office.

     S he’s so glad that she decided to stay up late tonight to work on the assignment she should’ve been working on, simply because William’s reaction was entirely priceless. And as he goes about raging through the office to find exactly who the bandit was, Elizabeth couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, tears streaming down her features as she emerges from her hiding spot to confess to her sin. 

     ‘ William-senpai, calm down; no need to get so upset!~ ‘ The blonde coos softly once she is able to collect herself, free hand grabbing her handkerchief to dab at the corners of her eyes. ‘ Plus, despite you being my superior, I would believe that you would have the most difficult time killing me. Since I am so well trained in combat and since you know very well I’m much too pretty to kill!~ It’d drop office morale if you were really to follow through with your threats, sir!~ ‘ 

@morternal

[heavenkills]

william t spears. the 't' stands for titty.

❝    holy    shit,    will    !    THAT’S    what    it    stands    for    ?    i    thought    it    was    something    cool,    like    tymoteusz,    or    something.    i    promise    i    won’t    tell.    haha.    william    titty.    ❞