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“I am not foolish enough to enter into an agreement without being fully aware of the terms.” William won’t admit that he is curious of what the Undertaker has in mind. But knows he might very well end up regretting what the outcome would be. He hasn’t the time to clean up the chaos that ensues following this one’s mischief. “Name your price and we will negotiate.”

The mortician grins slowly, mouth expanding to its full width, eyes narrowing in dark amusement behind his veil of bangs. Considering the question for a moment, remaining silent; part of it because he is truly thinking, the other part simply for the fact that he enjoys seeing his hawk squirm, and that his own continued silence will unnerve William to no end. Leaning forward, he captures the other’s chin in his hand, lifting it as he moves closer, lips brushing against William’s ear as he murmurs, voice dropping all sign of his usual waver. “I would have you to myself, uninterrupted, alone, for the same duration of time that you wish for me to be a distraction.”

William’s jaw sets as he observes the retired reaper in his office. The way the other is grinning can prove no good, especially since he is the one being grinned at. The supervisor’s eyes widen slightly when his chin is grasped, tensing as he fights his first instinct to pull away. To feel the Undertaker’s lips brushing against his ear his eyes briefly close. The sensation causes his heart to leap into his throat, where his breath hitches as well. Heat rises to his face at those words murmured to him, and the weight they carry. For an unknown amount of time he is unable to respond, just feeling the other so near, and to know his intentions makes it very difficult to think let alone find words. Finally when he convinces his heart to begin beating again, rapidly, he takes in a slow steadying breath. Speaking in a tone just above a whisper. “It’s a deal.” His breath catches again shortly after speaking, unable to believe he actually let himself agree to a proposal such as that.

Thomas knows very well the effect that he has on William, and that is indeed part of why he behaves as he does around his hawk; it is highly amusing to see just how easily he can ruffle the stern reaper’s feathers. Standing quietly, almost deathly still, doing nothing but breathing into William’s ear as he awaits the his creation’s response. A slow smile moves into place as he hears the awaited response, very pleased by it. He doesn’t respond for the length of a breath then another, before he murmurs, “Very good. I will return to accept my payment. Now to distract my lady.” Dropping his hand from William’s chin, he trails the edge of a talon down the side of the hawk’s neck before turning and walking from the room as silently as he came.

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I am sure that I could remove him; but can you afford my current pay rate?

“I am sure I could.” William adjusts his glasses as he speaks, “You are still accepting payment in humor, correct? If that is the case, you seem to find me endlessly humorous even when I am doing nothing more than standing there. Because of this I doubt payment would be a problem.”

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undertakertalbot said: Ah, but this might require a different kind of payment; you would be bored if I were predictable. Are you willing to pay any price I name, hawk?

“I am not foolish enough to enter into an agreement without being fully aware of the terms.” William won’t admit that he is curious of what the Undertaker has in mind. But knows he might very well end up regretting what the outcome would be. He hasn’t the time to clean up the chaos that ensues following this one’s mischief. “Name your price and we will negotiate.”

The mortician grins slowly, mouth expanding to its full width, eyes narrowing in dark amusement behind his veil of bangs. Considering the question for a moment, remaining silent; part of it because he is truly thinking, the other part simply for the fact that he enjoys seeing his hawk squirm, and that his own continued silence will unnerve William to no end. Leaning forward, he captures the other’s chin in his hand, lifting it as he moves closer, lips brushing against William’s ear as he murmurs, voice dropping all sign of his usual waver. “I would have you to myself, uninterrupted, alone, for the same duration of time that you wish for me to be a distraction.”

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Thomas feels as if he sometimes knows William better than he knows himself, able to sense his hawk’s anger from the set of his shoulders, from the clench of his jaw and the steel in his gaze. He gives a slight nod when he is offered Alan’s book. “I would like to see it, thank you.” Accepting it, not opening it for the moment, knowing that William is not through speaking what is on his mind. “The masters of their little game will soon be no more, hawk. Once they are removed, the pawns will learn to think for themselves. You do not have much longer to wait, and you will have your much-needed rest.” Trailing his fingers over the leather of the small book he holds. “I am doing my own research on the condition, and I plan on paying a visit to an old friend soon who should be able to tell me more of the times when it was used as punishment, and what was done in the days before glasses were used as protection.” A slight smile and a nod of acknowledgement is given when William thanks him.

Watching William as he continues to feed Lewis, he falls silent once more as he listens to his reasoning as to why he chose Humphries’ partner, slightly surprised to find out the falcon and kestrel are his neighbors. He gives another nod. “I know that Slingby must be exceptional if you brought him onto your team, especially considering he did not come with a partner. What happened to the one you selected for him in training? It is a bit surprising to see an unpartnered street reaper that has graduated Academy.” Opening the book’s cover and touching the paper within. “I hope, both for you and the two of them, that their partnership works as well as you foresee it being. It is lonely work we do, and all too often, people take their partners for granted.”

He lifts his head once more at the motion of William’s leaning back, expression remaining serious as he listens to his hawk speak, focused not only on his words, but his voice, the flashes of expression in his eyes. Closing the book quietly and setting it on William’s desk for now, he stands and moves around to where William sits, crouching and resting his hand on William’s forearm. “You do not have to feel like a hypocrite, hawk. Your kestrel is young, very young; even those of our falcon’s generation and older know no more of the Thorns than rumours, superstition, falsehoods half-whispered to scare those not yet graduated from Academy. They see the Thorns as a death sentence, death for death, even more remorseless and unforgiving than we are trained to be. They both deserve to know, yes. However, this Library as a whole could use an end to the rumours and falsehoods, and know the truth about the Thorns, even if they need never know the identity of those among them that have them. You have proven that they are not your death knell, and that even with them doing their best to hinder your work and your efforts, you have been an exemplary leader. I chose you as my successor for a reason, even if you ended up taking over in a way I would never have chosen. Let me do a bit more research while you schedule mandatory meetings for each shift, and I will speak to the groups myself as to the truth about Thorns. They will not dispute such information from me.” A corner of his mouth turns up. “Being a legend has its advantages. As far as telling our own young ones, let them find out the truth about the Thorns before we tell them about your own experience with it. It will have to be done carefully, gently, and as unthreateningly as possible. They have only now been able to connect with you intimately; they must understand that you have no intention of leaving them any time soon.”

A look of curiosity is passed from William to the Undertaker, when the ancient shinigami speaks of doing is own research on the matter at hand, and the mention of planning to visit an old friend. Naturally he assumes it must be someone that this Legendary Reaper has known for a long time, in the sense of ‘old friend’, because he just cannot wrap his mind around the notion of someone being older than the great grey owl himself. “I am interested in hearing of these findings.” And he is of course interested to know just who this elusive contact might be.

He nods with what the other says concerning Eric, “Mr. Slingby has proven his ability to work un-partnered, and for a great many years that is the way he had preferred it.. due to unforeseen circumstances.” As William speaks, he pets the pigeon still perched on his left hand. Spoiled little bird. “There was an odd number of fledgeling reapers in Eric’s graduating class at the Academy. Because of that he took his reaping test with a stand-in tutor, instead of a fellow classmate. This tutor was one Mr. Nigel Pemberton, whom after Mr. Slingby’s graduation went on to become his permanent partner, due to the trust they had gained in one another during Eric’s training courses. For years the two worked together flawlessly, and eventually both earned their place on my personal team. Eric was still quite young at the time, but he proved capable of the demand such a position required. They were out on a routine reaping mission for a group of souls, when a hungry demon took them by surprise.” His brow knits, guiding the bird on his hand to perch on his shoulder instead. “It was a demon strong enough to overwhelm them both. Eric was terribly mangled in the fight and eventually lost consciousness, and Nigel …” William sighs, “Nigel was never recovered. ..When we arrived on scene there was reaper and demon blood everywhere, and Eric was the only one we could find. …Even worse than that, Mr. Pemberton did not merely meet his end, and continue on into the hereafter.” He shakes his head, “I reviewed his ongoing record book in hopes that it would reveal some hint as to his location, so he could be recovered as well. But.. his book has no -fin-… There is no final ending mark that signals his departure from this state of being. .. It just… stops. Blank pages.” His jaw tenses. “Our soul as Shinigami is what makes up our body. … Nigel wasn’t just killed, he was consumed by that demon. His very soul ceased to be. The tragedy hit the Library hard, but it was even harder on Eric. It took him a long time to recover, and when he did he demanded that he not be permanently partnered with anyone again. He couldn’t stand to lose another mentor. This is why I allowed his ‘floating’ partner-less status through the years, until I felt it was needed that he receive a partner again. I questioned him at one point recently, to see if he would be open to the idea of taking on a kohai, and he did not oppose it. That is when I knew it would be safe to pair another partner with him, someone that could make him feel needed as a partner and mentor, but also wouldn’t be entirely reliant on him.”

William’s sharp eyes follow the Undertaker as his creator steps closer to him. The look in his eyes softening with that touch to his forearm, and the reassuring words with the corresponding plan of action. In response William’s hand moves to rest atop of Thomas’, a subtle caring and thankful gesture. “You are correct, going about it in that fashion would be for the best. A new informative approach in general is certainly needed. I will schedule the necessary group meetings.  ..I appreciate the personal assistance you are putting in to all of this”

Thomas nods in response to William speaking of his interest. “Of course, if I find out anything of use I will let you know.” Not adding aloud, “or you could just ask him yourself when we go.” Not having yet told the hawk of his plotting to make this more than a solo outing. Musing to himself that it will be entertaining, indeed, to see the look on his hawk’s face when the owl tells him that he will be going as well, and just whom they will be seeing.

The owl listens to William’s relating Slingby’s story, nodding as he listens, expression sympathetic. Unfortunately, the older one gets, the more one hears of such stories, upsetting as they are. “It is understandable as to why he would not want an older partner; I can only imagine what that made him feel like, to lose a partner while so young. I think I remember hearing something of it at the time, lurking in the shadows. I am sure that it has made him a stronger shinigami for it; I know that you would not keep him on your personal team if you thought he could not handle it. I hope that this new one will be good for him.” His pale fingers flex gently on William’s sleeve, under William’s hand. “As a whole, our kind does not like change. However, if we are to survive, we must change, and the way we communicate with those younger than we must change as well. The Board are certain to be most displeased over the meetings, but they can speak to me about that. I will not be easy for them to bully.” He smirks. “Not that the forces that are most audible against us have much longer to exist in the Realms, regardless. Keep me updated with when I need to be here; my old suit still fits me yet.”

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Thomas is bemused as he watches his lovers on the bed, knowing they both crave affection and attention, even if Grell seemed to have received the lion’s share of the outward expression of such. He leans to pick up his beaker, enjoying the warmth of it in his hands, the scent of the tea leaves within as they bloom within the hot water. Sometimes familiarity can be beautiful. Looking to William when he speaks, his expression growing more somber. “I do not enjoy the idea of being the only one that remembers those days, but as you say, even if one person remembers them, they are not lost.” He lifts his tea to sniff it, judging that it needs more time. “Perhaps, one day, we will find a way to recover at least some of each of your memories; however, for now, we will accept what has been given to us, and appreciate it for what it is.” He cannot help but grin when he sees Grell’s attentions turn to William, knowing just how charming the redhead can be when he desires to be so. Hidden gaze flicking over to William when he responds to Grell’s request, pleased when the hawk acquiesces and pulls off his gloves. Knowing that as much as William grumbles about doing such thing, it is his way, and that he enjoys feeling wanted, and having someone to pay attention to without fear of rejection. Thinking to himself that if William could not grumble, it would not be long before he spontaneously combusted. It is simply how he lets off steam. Lifting his sleeve to his face, he coughs to hide the amused sound he makes when he sees William feed Grell. Setting his own beaker down, he lifts William’s, then Grell’s, sniffing and holding them up to the light from the skylight to see if they are finished. Deeming Grell’s tea ready, he removes the egg and sets it aside, adding sugar and cream as he knows the redhead likes, setting it back down on the tray and pushing it slightly in the redhead’s direction to indicate that it is ready.

A wide, sharp-toothed grin splits Grell’s features to see William starting to give in to his request, with the removal of his gloves. Despite all the grumpiness in the others tone. He tries to keep from giggling in his happiness, so he wiggles joyously instead. When the tea cake is brought to his lips he takes a delicate bite. Murmuring his wordless approval at the taste of the freshly baked pastry, and at the fact he is being hand fed by William of all people. What wonderful luck he is having! Being doted upon and spoiled in this way is something he could definitely get used to. As he enjoys his snack he allows his eyes to close again, smiling as he cuddles closer to Will. This is what he has always longed for with all his heart, to feel wanted, to feel as if he belongs. The redhead listens to what is said between the two older reapers, opening his eyes once more to cast his unassisted gaze in the direction of his beloved Undertaker. “Do you think that is something that would really be possible? ….To recover those forgotten times?” He isn’t trying to question in a defiant sort of way, instead he is honestly curious. He thinks it would be beautiful to have those moments returned.

William nods subtly, replying to the retired reaper’s words. “I know it is difficult for you to be the only one amongst us three to still actively carry those memories with you. I didn’t mention it as a means to jab at you.” The sincerity in his eyes would show what his face does not. “I know it is a sensitive topic, more so for you because you remember living it. However, whether Grell and I can remember what used to be or not, the three of us are in this together. And we were brought back into your life for a reason.” His way of indirectly saying ‘we are here for you, and we aren’t going anywhere’.

The supervisor arches an angled brow, looking down at the redhead in his arms when he feels him squirming and wiggling. Really wondering whether or not it is a good idea to be giving him more sugar. But his expression softens again before he can stop it from happening, to see the content expression Grell has when he presses closer to him in that non-threatening way. Feeling even more protective of this normally annoying reaper; he has always been protective of him to a degree, but lately he has been feeling it more and more. At the question Grell asks to Thomas, he finds himself curious of it as well. Casting his own eyes upon the mortician across from them.

Thomas nods, looking at his hawk. “I know you did not mean any harm by it; I am used to being the watcher over time. It is what one tends to do when one retires, after all.” Glancing at William’s tea once more before sitting back upright for a moment. “We have been brought back together because the time to restore balance is long overdue. I would not be able to do it without either of you, even with my age and strength. Barton will be easy enough to contain, but Lombardi and I are very close in age, and I fear he will not be alone - or at least not easily. It will take all of our combined skills to end him.”

The owl looks over at Grell when the redhead speaks, expression serious, unsure. A rare display of the latter emotion. “I do not know, little one. I have my reasons to believe that they are not fully severed from either of you; simply inaccessible, a locked book we need to find the key for. A very long time ago, not much after the time that Thorns were used as punishment for our kind, such erasing of memories was also used as punishment; primarily for those that were too useful to destroy, but too dangerous to allow to have full access to their memories. I have one in mind that knows more than I about such things; if there is anyone that would be able to provide enlightenment for us, it would be he.”

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Thomas nods once more at the supervisor’s reply, keeping his thoughts to himself for once. Simply continuing to listen as he watches William open the drawer and retrieve his pet partner feathered coworker, hidden gaze following the dark one’s movements. Knowing very well that he is using Lewis as a distraction, and a focus to keep calm.

“I understand why you are protective of him; I’m curious to see his records, if he is as talented as you say he is. They likely thought it another way to punish you, by allowing you to take one with thorns, but it would not be the first time you used what they call a disadvantage to the betterment of your Library.” Nodding once more as William continues. “You expect and accept nothing but the best from yourself and those under you, especially those on your personal team. He sounds like an exceptional young man, and I know that there is none better suited to show him how to make the best of himself and his situation than you.” A rare compliment from the owl. “Why did you choose Slingby for his partner?” Knowing very well that the hawk does nothing without his reasons, and overthinks everything before even the smallest of decisions.

William is indeed using his feathered coworker as a distraction tactic. The board member’s treatment of this young reaper in question makes his blood boil, but becoming too angry only causes undue suffering to himself. Headaches and otherwise. He pets along the pigeon’s back as the bird happily eats the seeds from his other hand. The supervisor nods his head gently when the Undertaker speaks of understanding his reasons for being protective. It is a nice feeling to be understood without having to explain himself. Especially when the topic is so sensitive. “I have his record book on hand if you would like to read through it.” Access to such personal information on his reapers is not something he readily permits, however for this trusted elder shinigami he negates such rules. The dark haired reaper retrieves Alan’s ongoing book from a drawer in his desk, and hands it over to the Undertaker. Knowing that the silver haired man will take special care of such a delicate and important book, without having to be instructed to do so.

He exhales with a light sigh at the mention of the problematic board members that continue to cause trouble, “I am tired of their games. ..And truthfully Thomas, I am just plain tired.” He looks to his predecessor, a rare unguarded moment showing in his eyes of how truly exhausted he is, and not just physically. “This ….. ‘condition’ isn’t just painful.. it’s exhausting, draining, and some days it takes all my focus not to just collapse. I do demand the best from myself, which is why I don’t give in. And you are correct, I expect no less from my team.” His expression softens when he realizes the grey owl’s compliment, nodding his head once with a look of gratitude. “Thank you.”

The supervisor pours more seed into his hand for the spoiled pigeon before he continues, “Slingby has been without a stable partner ever since he joined my team. He has been in a ‘floating’ position, filling in when a dual reaping job was required, but another reaper’s partner was otherwise busy elsewhere. He claimed he was happy doing this, and for a while I think he was. Though more and more recently he has been complaining of the noise his neighbors produce; Grell and Ronald. Granted, they both can be terribly loud and annoying at times, especially when purposely trying to provoke. But, I began to suspect Mr. Slingby wasn’t merely annoyed, he was jealous of their partnership, and was lonely. I thought it was time that he be given a stable partner, and that is when Mr. Humphries was delivered into my Library. Upon reviewing their records, I believe they will both be compatible in time. They are both in need of a caring, trustworthy, and knowledgeable partner.”

He leans back in his chair, scooping the pigeon up in his hand now that its seeds have been eaten. “I plan to encourage Alan to explain to his new partner of the difficulties he is facing. It would be a terrible thing for an attack to happen, and have Mr. Slingby not able to understand what is taking place, and what could be done. …. However, because of this, I feel like a hypocrite. … Ronald so far believes my own difficulties are merely migraine headaches, which I do suffer from. .. I wish to tell him, but I haven’t thought of a delicate way to phrase it yet. The last thing I want to do is frighten him. I wish to have Grell informed as well… but with his flare for dramatics I am afraid he would instantly make things seem even worse than they actually are.”

Thomas feels as if he sometimes knows William better than he knows himself, able to sense his hawk’s anger from the set of his shoulders, from the clench of his jaw and the steel in his gaze. He gives a slight nod when he is offered Alan’s book. “I would like to see it, thank you.” Accepting it, not opening it for the moment, knowing that William is not through speaking what is on his mind. “The masters of their little game will soon be no more, hawk. Once they are removed, the pawns will learn to think for themselves. You do not have much longer to wait, and you will have your much-needed rest.” Trailing his fingers over the leather of the small book he holds. “I am doing my own research on the condition, and I plan on paying a visit to an old friend soon who should be able to tell me more of the times when it was used as punishment, and what was done in the days before glasses were used as protection.” A slight smile and a nod of acknowledgement is given when William thanks him.

Watching William as he continues to feed Lewis, he falls silent once more as he listens to his reasoning as to why he chose Humphries’ partner, slightly surprised to find out the falcon and kestrel are his neighbors. He gives another nod. “I know that Slingby must be exceptional if you brought him onto your team, especially considering he did not come with a partner. What happened to the one you selected for him in training? It is a bit surprising to see an unpartnered street reaper that has graduated Academy.” Opening the book’s cover and touching the paper within. “I hope, both for you and the two of them, that their partnership works as well as you foresee it being. It is lonely work we do, and all too often, people take their partners for granted.”

He lifts his head once more at the motion of William’s leaning back, expression remaining serious as he listens to his hawk speak, focused not only on his words, but his voice, the flashes of expression in his eyes. Closing the book quietly and setting it on William’s desk for now, he stands and moves around to where William sits, crouching and resting his hand on William’s forearm. “You do not have to feel like a hypocrite, hawk. Your kestrel is young, very young; even those of our falcon’s generation and older know no more of the Thorns than rumours, superstition, falsehoods half-whispered to scare those not yet graduated from Academy. They see the Thorns as a death sentence, death for death, even more remorseless and unforgiving than we are trained to be. They both deserve to know, yes. However, this Library as a whole could use an end to the rumours and falsehoods, and know the truth about the Thorns, even if they need never know the identity of those among them that have them. You have proven that they are not your death knell, and that even with them doing their best to hinder your work and your efforts, you have been an exemplary leader. I chose you as my successor for a reason, even if you ended up taking over in a way I would never have chosen. Let me do a bit more research while you schedule mandatory meetings for each shift, and I will speak to the groups myself as to the truth about Thorns. They will not dispute such information from me.” A corner of his mouth turns up. “Being a legend has its advantages. As far as telling our own young ones, let them find out the truth about the Thorns before we tell them about your own experience with it. It will have to be done carefully, gently, and as unthreateningly as possible. They have only now been able to connect with you intimately; they must understand that you have no intention of leaving them any time soon.”

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William’s attention remains focused on the elder reaper as the files are looked through. Anyone else that tried to so freely sort through his paperwork, would have their hand removed by his own scythe. But, he knows the Undertaker understands very well how orderly paperwork in the Library must be kept, and he trusts this legendary reaper’s insight on business matters.

When Thomas speaks his inquiry and calls him out, William’s jaw tenses subtly before he slowly exhales. “If he wasn’t more than qualified for what I expect of him as a member of my team, I wouldn’t have even considered him for the position. I think our branch of the Library could do well for him, and he for us. Mr. Humphries and Mr. Slingby both were in need of a partner. And.. I also plan to keep a personal, unnoticed eye on the new transfer, for medical purposes.” He takes in a steadying breath, as if preparing himself to merely speak the following words. “He has the thorns.”

Thomas’ hands remain where they are on the papers, momentarily ignoring them, still watching William with his mostly hidden eyes. He knows that William would not have chosen anyone that did not match his strict qualifications, but he also knew that there was something more, which is one of the reason he called the hawk out on this decision. Waiting silently, not even breathing, as still as the Death he is, before he hears what was hidden between the lines. His expression does not change at William’s revelation; he half suspected as much. “I see. Have you spoken to him about your knowledge of this?” Closing the folder and placing it back into the outbox; this is far more interesting, and much less whitewashed than anything that the supervisor will put into a permanent record.

William’s sharp eyes remain locked on the Undertaker, as if the two were trying to stare one another down. However, this is merely their way of communicating; trying to read one another. At the question, the hawk shakes his head slightly. “I haven’t, but I plan to. I am letting him get settled in first. A meeting has been scheduled to discuss such things.”

The supervisor eases his chair back just enough to open one of the side drawers on his desk. “I was quite surprised when I heard talk of a new graduate having contracted the thorns. The board was trying to sort out what should be done with him.” He takes a very small brown paper bag from the desk-drawer, and stands. A twitch of irritation in those sharply angled brows as he continues. “The way they worded it, they spoke as if they did not even want to be near him due to his condition, let alone have him in their ranks. I was furious.”

He steps over to the large birdcage that is kept in the corner of his office, and draw back the black sheet that covers it. Revealing a plump pigeon within the cage that bobs its head this way and that. The bird seems excited, knowing it is about to receive attention. “I wanted this reaper in my ranks, so I spoke up to take him. They were all too willing to give him up.” William opens the metal door to the birdcage, and reaches in to allow the pigeon to step onto his hand.

Happy cooing sounds are heard from the feathered-one as the dark reaper returns to his chair. Letting the pigeon known as Lewis hop down onto his desk as a handful of sunflower seeds are produced from the bag. Speaking as he holds them out to the spoiled little bird. “Once I reviewed Alan’s records, I was shocked that they were so willing to give up a reaper as skilled as he. Being that skilled at such a young age shows incredible potential.” Looking from the pigeon to the Undertaker, “I won’t let his condition dictate his future. And I will see to it that he doesn’t allow that to happen either.”

Thomas nods once more at the supervisor’s reply, keeping his thoughts to himself for once. Simply continuing to listen as he watches William open the drawer and retrieve his pet partner feathered coworker, hidden gaze following the dark one’s movements. Knowing very well that he is using Lewis as a distraction, and a focus to keep calm.

“I understand why you are protective of him; I’m curious to see his records, if he is as talented as you say he is. They likely thought it another way to punish you, by allowing you to take one with thorns, but it would not be the first time you used what they call a disadvantage to the betterment of your Library.” Nodding once more as William continues. “You expect and accept nothing but the best from yourself and those under you, especially those on your personal team. He sounds like an exceptional young man, and I know that there is none better suited to show him how to make the best of himself and his situation than you.” A rare compliment from the owl. “Why did you choose Slingby for his partner?” Knowing very well that the hawk does nothing without his reasons, and overthinks everything before even the smallest of decisions.

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Intoxicating. That is once again the only word William can think of to possibly describe the way it feels to share this experience with the Undertaker. He just cannot shake that sensation. He feels as if he is under the influence of some powerful drug, that is bending his passions to its will. Making him give in to these needs and desires, that he usually goes out of his way to avoid and ignore. But no substances have been used. This exhilarating high is provided purely by the rush of adrenaline, and the distraction he feels to be pressed so close to this silver haired mortician.

He settles a little more against the other man, a more comfortable position that allows him to not feel off-balanced. Fully clothed bodies formed close to one another, as mutual passions are tasted and shared mouth to mouth. Those soft, masculine, needful sounds the other is giving into their kiss cause the moment to be even more perfect. He craves to hear more, to cause more.

William’s lips part from Thomas’ to draw in a breath as he feels the other reaper’s body rocking up to meet his own. A breathy groan is exhaled as a shiver moves over his body. Tensing momentarily as his desire for more spikes higher. The supervisor dips his head, ghosting his lips along the side of the mortician’s neck. Feeling as if he is acting on instinct at the moment, his mind is too clouded to fully think. He just knows he needs to taste more of this beautiful man’s skin. Expressing a purr-like sound as his teeth gently claim a spot of the Undertaker’s neck just below the curve of his jaw. His lips form to the other’s skin as he bites just a little harder, worrying the skin caught in his teeth, wishing to hear more of those lovely sounds from this undeniable man.

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Grell feels rather flattered each time William looks upon him. It is so nice being the focus of his attention, having those striking eyes upon him, and have it be a positive experience instead of being yelled at or reprimanded.

When he hears the Undertaker’s voice near by, he looks in that direction, even if he cannot see much more than blurred shapes. Making a curious sound to assume his lover his seated himself in the chair instead of near them. But what the mortician says draws a smile from the red one. Grell can hear the happiness in the grey owl’s voice, at just being able to watch he and William near one another, and that makes the moment all the better.

He glances toward the impromptu table when the sweets are mentioned, and turns his attention back to Will. Smiling up at him with his next words, “I would like a cake please?” He opens his mouth slightly, implying that he still wishes to be hand-fed. Curious as to just what the dark reaper will do.

A nod and a quiet “Thank you.” is murmured to the mortician when the steeping beakers of tea are brought over for them. William’s sharp eyes remain upon the Undertaker, as the silver haired man sits, and speaks. The supervisor remains ever poised, even with the redhead clinging to him in his lap. Though something in his expression is softer than it is during those carefully guarded moments that he must be entirely business. Replying to the grey owl’s words, “I wish I could recall those days you speak of with such fondness. But as long as one of us remembers, those days are not entirely lost.”
When Grell speaks William turns his attention to him. Exhaling an annoyed sigh at that request, and the red one’s actions. “Grell… Honestly… ” He scowls down at the reaper in his arms. Isn’t letting Grell cling to him enough? Another sigh slips from him, and he shakes his head. Though with that action he shifts the clingy reaper in his arms so that he may tug off his gloves. “You are incorrigible. And I am beginning to think each time I say that, you assume it is a compliment.” The stubborn dark reaper gives, and reaches for one of the tea cakes that the Undertaker has provided. He can’t believe he is doing this. But he also knows if he doesn’t, Sutcliff won’t stop whining. He brings the small cake to the smaller reaper’s lips, allowing him to take a bite.

Thomas is bemused as he watches his lovers on the bed, knowing they both crave affection and attention, even if Grell seemed to have received the lion’s share of the outward expression of such. He leans to pick up his beaker, enjoying the warmth of it in his hands, the scent of the tea leaves within as they bloom within the hot water. Sometimes familiarity can be beautiful. Looking to William when he speaks, his expression growing more somber. “I do not enjoy the idea of being the only one that remembers those days, but as you say, even if one person remembers them, they are not lost.” He lifts his tea to sniff it, judging that it needs more time. “Perhaps, one day, we will find a way to recover at least some of each of your memories; however, for now, we will accept what has been given to us, and appreciate it for what it is.” He cannot help but grin when he sees Grell’s attentions turn to William, knowing just how charming the redhead can be when he desires to be so. Hidden gaze flicking over to William when he responds to Grell’s request, pleased when the hawk acquiesces and pulls off his gloves. Knowing that as much as William grumbles about doing such thing, it is his way, and that he enjoys feeling wanted, and having someone to pay attention to without fear of rejection. Thinking to himself that if William could not grumble, it would not be long before he spontaneously combusted. It is simply how he lets off steam. Lifting his sleeve to his face, he coughs to hide the amused sound he makes when he sees William feed Grell. Setting his own beaker down, he lifts William’s, then Grell’s, sniffing and holding them up to the light from the skylight to see if they are finished. Deeming Grell’s tea ready, he removes the egg and sets it aside, adding sugar and cream as he knows the redhead likes, setting it back down on the tray and pushing it slightly in the redhead’s direction to indicate that it is ready.

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An immediate chill races through William’s well dressed form to feel the Undertaker’s touch at the sensitive nape of his neck. The sensation causes his own lips to part on the softest of sounds. Pressing closer, adding more fuel to the fire as his hungry kiss seeks even more from this retired reaper.

The closer he moves, the more precarious he finds his balance becoming, in this awkward forward-leaning position. The last thing he wants to do is fall again. It would make it seem as if he pushed the Undertaker over on purpose. Not that it would be such a bad thing, but he has to take things one step at a time.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he muses over just what was in the tea that the mortician served him a short time ago. This is very unlike himself, to allow himself to become so distracted. The tighter hold of Thomas’ hand on his own earns a squeeze in return. His other hand, ungloved, glides so carefully along the side of the ancient reaper’s face, to lace his fingers in his long hair. The growl he hears from the owl of his affections draws a deeper needful sound from him, with the tightening of his digits in the others locks.

A playful edge is brought into their kiss as he nips at his lover’s lower lip, showing in that action that he is either feeling a little more daring, or is too distracted to notice his nerves and remember his gentlemanly manners.

There is little doubt that Thomas would be amused at the other man’s thoughts of his having possibly drugged the tea; there is little need for that, seeing as the two of them have such undeniable chemistry, when they both stop being so stubborn and admit to it. It is most likely a good thing that the retired one cannot read minds, for this would be a most inappropriate time to laugh, which is what he would most likely do at the knowledge of William’s suspicions. Smiling against his lover’s lips as he feels William’s part, tongue moving forward to explore, to taste, a low sigh coming from him at that long-missed sensation. More than willing to take the kiss to a deeper level.

Long fingers flex on William’s nape as lips and tongues move together in the ways that are so familiar to both of the, yet they ever tire of, soft sounds of pleasure and growing desire sounding into the kiss, growing louder to feel that touch to his hair. Urging William closer to himself with both hands, needing to feel that slim form against his own, that contact that he missed for so long, trying to even deny the memory of it.

When he feels that little nip, he growls in response, playfully as well, pressing for more from the kiss as he plays the ends of those long nails over WiIliam’s nape, knowing the reaction it will cause and encouraging it. Seeing just how far he can push his hawk, loving being able to be the one to do so.

A rush of electricity shivers up William’s spine to feel those long talons toying with the back of his neck. His lips part from the kiss just enough to allow him a subtle gasped-in breath. The kiss quickly resumes, easily being urged closer by the Undertaker’s hands carefully pulling him near. His other knee moves to the top of the coffin, and he has to move one hand to the coffin lid to keep his balance as he pushes forward, slowly urging the elder reaper back once again.

A breathy, deep moan is expressed as their kiss deepens all the more. Feeling intoxicated by the adrenaline in this moment, and those pleasured sounds his silver lover is making. To know he is the one stirring such noises makes it all the more rewarding. His hand still tangled in the other man’s hair flexes, as a soft but guttural sound is made in his throat to feel his body pressing further to the mortician’s. Pulse quickening, temperature rising, causing the pace of his side of the kiss to turn even more heated. Demanding more of his grey owl’s passion.

Thomas’ lips are turned up in the slightest of smiles to feel his lover acquiesce to his touch, knowing that with movement another of the hawk’s seemingly permanent walls has fallen - for the moment. Easily pushed onto his back as he returns William’s kiss with soft growls and sounds of need. His hand moves from gripping William’s to smooth over his arm, along it until he reaches his lover’s back, holding him close, returning passion for passion and need for need.

A louder sound comes from him when he hears William moan; encouraging him to be vocal, to give over to the side of himself that is still very much human. Rocking up to meet William’s body with his own without realizing he is doing so, something within him craving more contact, needing to feel more of him. What a temptation his stubborn, willful hawk always is to him. He gives a pleased growl to feel William giving in more to his passionate side, to the feelings he so often forces himself to deny. Sliding the hand not on the supervisor’s nape over his suit jacket to the small of his back, knowing that the intensity of this kiss is affecting William as deeply as it is affecting him.

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William is working to clean his lenses with a soft cloth when that compliment is paid, catching him completely off guard. The surprise of it shows on his face very briefly, quickly following the surprise he is left feeling rather flustered. He looks quickly down at the frames in his hand as something to focus on, even if he cannot fully see them. Silence fills the room for a short time before he murmurs quietly. “…Thank you.”  There was a time, on the off chance that he happened to receive a compliment on his appearance, he would either pretend to ignore it or deny it; though this time he actually accepted those words from the retired reaper. When the Undertaker speaks again he slides his spectacles back into place. Adjusting them just so as he looks to him. “He is. Mr. Humphries is a new transfer to our Library. He is young, but skilled. I hand selected him for my personal team, and have partnered him with Mr. Slingby.”

The mortician is well aware that William is not used to compliments, regardless of the source; however, he simply spoke his opinion. Not commenting on the hawk’s flustered response to his words, simply nodding in return and murmuring, “you’re welcome.” Continuing to look over the paperwork of this young reaper - was he ever that young?- as William responds. He nods once more and flicks his gaze up to William, searching for a moment before he speaks. “Young, and a transfer, to the most difficult team to qualify for. There’s something you’re not telling me, Hawk.” Falling quiet once more as he studies William, awaiting his reaction.

William’s attention remains focused on the elder reaper as the files are looked through. Anyone else that tried to so freely sort through his paperwork, would have their hand removed by his own scythe. But, he knows the Undertaker understands very well how orderly paperwork in the Library must be kept, and he trusts this legendary reaper’s insight on business matters.

When Thomas speaks his inquiry and calls him out, William’s jaw tenses subtly before he slowly exhales. “If he wasn’t more than qualified for what I expect of him as a member of my team, I wouldn’t have even considered him for the position. I think our branch of the Library could do well for him, and he for us. Mr. Humphries and Mr. Slingby both were in need of a partner. And.. I also plan to keep a personal, unnoticed eye on the new transfer, for medical purposes.” He takes in a steadying breath, as if preparing himself to merely speak the following words. “He has the thorns.”

Thomas’ hands remain where they are on the papers, momentarily ignoring them, still watching William with his mostly hidden eyes. He knows that William would not have chosen anyone that did not match his strict qualifications, but he also knew that there was something more, which is one of the reason he called the hawk out on this decision. Waiting silently, not even breathing, as still as the Death he is, before he hears what was hidden between the lines. His expression does not change at William’s revelation; he half suspected as much. “I see. Have you spoken to him about your knowledge of this?” Closing the folder and placing it back into the outbox; this is far more interesting, and much less whitewashed than anything that the supervisor will put into a permanent record.

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The mortician cackles at William’s reaction, finding him beyond amusing, and knowing that Grell does as well. The supervisor never seems to remember that most of their teasing of him is done simply for their entertainment; his responses are ever so amusing, and they never fail to make the retired reaper laugh. Knowing they are all very aware that Grell’s thoughts about receiving attention from these two men is too much is a good beginning. Flashes of green glinting from behind his fringe, not bothering to hide his amusement in the least. Aside from his laughter, he does not comment, simply setting the tray down as he walks to the foot of his narrow bed, sliding the child’s coffin that he uses as storage over to the pair for use as a makeshift table. Lifting his head to observe them with a fond smile, touching William’s cheek, then Grell’s hair. Observing silently for a moment before he steps over to the kettle, catching it as it begins to whistle and pouring the steaming liquid into the beakers to steep.

Grell gives a slowly widening smile with William’s murmured remark to him, a cheshire cat’s grin indeed. He is more than happy to continue lazing in the presence of these two beautiful men, and all this lovely attention. He can’t help but find it amusing how Will becomes so flustered over the most simple of things. And he had been trying to hold back his own laughter, until he hears those familiar cackles from the Undertaker. Little snickers slip forth from him, “Oh Will, you know he loves teasing you.” His eyes slowly open, smiling adoringly when he notices their hawk’s eyes focused upon him. He has always felt such a connection to this dark man, even if William has always done his best to push him away through the years. With his own spectacles still resting on the nightstand, he can only see so far. At least at this close distance William’s handsome features are not lost on him. A soft, happy sound is exhaled to feel the Undertaker’s caress to his crimson hair. Enjoying that this moment can be so relaxed.. despite William’s randomly ruffled ‘feathers’.

William’s eyebrow twitches in that infamous way when he hears the Undertaker’s laughter, mingling with Grell’s that chimes in shortly after. A slow exhalation is released, in an annoyed sort of way. Replying to Grell’s remark in a suitable tone. “Yes, I realize.” Shooting the retired reaper another glare, as the grey owl merely goes about his routine grinning all the while. The supervisor isn’t actually angry, and only mildly annoyed that he is the source of all this joking. He has come to expect it from these two, particularly Thomas, even if he still does not understand just what is so damn humorous. Though, he has to admit, it is nice to see an expression of happiness on both of these reaper’s faces; instead of maniacal lunacy. He looks upon Grell once again as the Undertaker moves the make-shift table closer. What an unexpected and unusual situation this has turned out to be. To feel the silver one’s brief touch upon his cheek, he instinctively leans his head very slightly into the caress. His subtle body language showing that he craves the affection, even if he wouldn’t outwardly admit it.

The mortician smiles over at the pair on the bed, picking up their beakers and taking them over to the tray, unfazed by the heat from the almost-boiling water within, nodding to them as he sets them down. “They will take a bit to steep. A moment.” Stepping back over to the stove, he picks up his own beaker brings it over, along with the sugar and cream, setting the latter on the coffin’s lid before sitting down in the chair, watching his creations quietly for several minutes before speaking. “I always enjoyed seeing the two of you like this. It was something I didn’t have enough of a chance to enjoy before our ways were parted.” Pushing a bit of his hair behind his shoulder before gesturing to the tray. “Help yourselves to cakes. I think I have some apples on-hand as well, should either of you prefer one of those.” The body language of his lovers is not missed on him; however, he wants to see just what is going to happen with this makeshift table between himself and his creations.

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William exhales with a frustrated sigh, and slips off his glasses momentarily so that he may pinch the bridge of his nose. Feeling another tension headache coming on. “I am not one for starting conversations that are not business related.” Which is true. Idle chit-chat is not something he favors. Though he assumed since the Undertaker had selected today to darken his doorstep, it was because he had something he wished to discuss. But, apparently he only wished to visit him to pester him. With his glasses still off, William looks in the direction of the grey owl’s voice. He can only see but a blur of the others form, though his other senses tell him that the man has seated himself upon his desk. “Perhaps I should start making it part of Grell’s scheduled overtime to keep you well entertained. Though I fear he would enjoy that too much.”

The mortician gives a slight nod. “You have never been one for small talk; however, since you mentioned pleasant conversation, it remains in your court to suggest a topic. Any I would suggest would only agitate you further.” He pauses a moment before commenting in an off-handed fashion. “You are quite handsome without your glasses. I always liked thinner frames on you.” Turning his attention to the supervisor’s out-box, he lifts the topmost folder and starts flipping through it, changing topics yet again. “If you made entertaining me part of my lady’s overtime, he would go out of his way to earn more of it, which would give you more paperwork.” He pauses and tilts his head as he holds the papers he holds a bit closer. “Humphries…is he new? I am not familiar with anyone of that name.”

William is working to clean his lenses with a soft cloth when that compliment is paid, catching him completely off guard. The surprise of it shows on his face very briefly, quickly following the surprise he is left feeling rather flustered. He looks quickly down at the frames in his hand as something to focus on, even if he cannot fully see them. Silence fills the room for a short time before he murmurs quietly. “…Thank you.”  There was a time, on the off chance that he happened to receive a compliment on his appearance, he would either pretend to ignore it or deny it; though this time he actually accepted those words from the retired reaper. When the Undertaker speaks again he slides his spectacles back into place. Adjusting them just so as he looks to him. “He is. Mr. Humphries is a new transfer to our Library. He is young, but skilled. I hand selected him for my personal team, and have partnered him with Mr. Slingby.”

The mortician is well aware that William is not used to compliments, regardless of the source; however, he simply spoke his opinion. Not commenting on the hawk’s flustered response to his words, simply nodding in return and murmuring, “you’re welcome.” Continuing to look over the paperwork of this young reaper - was he ever that young?- as William responds. He nods once more and flicks his gaze up to William, searching for a moment before he speaks. “Young, and a transfer, to the most difficult team to qualify for. There’s something you’re not telling me, Hawk.” Falling quiet once more as he studies William, awaiting his reaction.

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William takes in a steadying breath a few minutes after he has locked the door. And turns to face the Undertaker. When he sees the proffered hand, he steps slowly forward, and reaches to place his own hand in Thomas’. Looking at him with an expression that seems to say ‘I don’t know what I am doing.’ Especially since he is breaking his own rules; he is still technically on the clock. But he is disregarding them to spend time with this beautiful man that continues to challenge him, frustrate him, aggravate him, and heat his desires in ways he cannot seem to get enough of.

His fingers flex against the mortician’s hand. Despite his apprehension due to nerves, his unspoken need for more would show easily through his sharp eyes. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other when he realizes how awkward he is, just standing there, not saying or doing anything aside from holding Thomas’ hand. His brows knit, another angered sort of expression; having one of his infamous internal arguments over just what he should be doing, and what he should do next. His jaw clenches. And without further warning he leans down swiftly, to claim the others lips in a demanding kiss. William exhales with a throaty growl, ..this retired reaper is a sneaky one, talking him into doing such things. But.. those lips. So addicting. He leans closer, placing one knee on the coffin the grey owl still rests upon. Wanting badly to indulge in more, which is very difficult to relent when one struggles to remain ever the gentleman.

Thomas watches William with one brow slightly lifted, remaining silent, waiting for the hawk’s internal struggle to calm and for him to decide what he will do next. Determined to break down his creation’s walls, to provoke him to step outside of his self-imposed box. Those glimpses he gets of the man that he spent so many centuries with, that man that William has forgotten how to be, haunt him; they make him want to push for more, to urge any memories that are locked away in William’s mind to come to the fore. It is only when the other is in his arms, is kissing him, that he is able to let himself forget that that was so long ago, and that the man behind this familiar face is someone very different from the one that loved him a lifetime before.

He lifts his face meet William’s kiss, lips parted slightly on a smile, pleased by the passion behind his aggressive act. Knowing that even such a seemingly simple action takes a great deal of self-convincing. His free hand lifts to William’s nape, returning his hawk’s growl with a soft one of his own. Hand tightening around WIlliam’s as the other leans closer, enjoying the feelings of his lover’s walls falling away, showing more of the man he truly is, the passionate creature that he tries so very hard to hide, even deny.

An immediate chill races through William’s well dressed form to feel the Undertaker’s touch at the sensitive nape of his neck. The sensation causes his own lips to part on the softest of sounds. Pressing closer, adding more fuel to the fire as his hungry kiss seeks even more from this retired reaper.

The closer he moves, the more precarious he finds his balance becoming, in this awkward forward-leaning position. The last thing he wants to do is fall again. It would make it seem as if he pushed the Undertaker over on purpose. Not that it would be such a bad thing, but he has to take things one step at a time.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he muses over just what was in the tea that the mortician served him a short time ago. This is very unlike himself, to allow himself to become so distracted. The tighter hold of Thomas’ hand on his own earns a squeeze in return. His other hand, ungloved, glides so carefully along the side of the ancient reaper’s face, to lace his fingers in his long hair. The growl he hears from the owl of his affections draws a deeper needful sound from him, with the tightening of his digits in the others locks.

A playful edge is brought into their kiss as he nips at his lover’s lower lip, showing in that action that he is either feeling a little more daring, or is too distracted to notice his nerves and remember his gentlemanly manners.

There is little doubt that Thomas would be amused at the other man’s thoughts of his having possibly drugged the tea; there is little need for that, seeing as the two of them have such undeniable chemistry, when they both stop being so stubborn and admit to it. It is most likely a good thing that the retired one cannot read minds, for this would be a most inappropriate time to laugh, which is what he would most likely do at the knowledge of William’s suspicions. Smiling against his lover’s lips as he feels William’s part, tongue moving forward to explore, to taste, a low sigh coming from him at that long-missed sensation. More than willing to take the kiss to a deeper level.

Long fingers flex on William’s nape as lips and tongues move together in the ways that are so familiar to both of the, yet they ever tire of, soft sounds of pleasure and growing desire sounding into the kiss, growing louder to feel that touch to his hair. Urging William closer to himself with both hands, needing to feel that slim form against his own, that contact that he missed for so long, trying to even deny the memory of it.

When he feels that little nip, he growls in response, playfully as well, pressing for more from the kiss as he plays the ends of those long nails over WiIliam’s nape, knowing the reaction it will cause and encouraging it. Seeing just how far he can push his hawk, loving being able to be the one to do so.