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[Undertaker pops on screen, looking like his usual self. Smiles all around, hair veiling his eyes, dark though not black clothing. He has mastered the phone-thing as of some time ago, but he hasn't had any real reason to need to use it until now.]

[Now, he has a message.]

I understand there's to be a special holiday coming up around these parts. Hygge, it's called. They say it's about family and friends, whoever you might be.

[He shrugs, grinning a little more, and though it might look wild on him, it's not entirely unfriendly.] So here's what I'd like to do. Some of you know me from the little cafe on the corner, some of you don't at all. If or not we've ever met and you feel so inclined, I've a kitchen in my house what needs using and a want to make all the hot cocoa we can handle. Stop on by and I'll welcome you to a cup of it.

[He has directions for the house, if anyone needs it. Then, with a tip of his hat, Undertaker ends the feed, leaving the invitation open to any who might take it.]

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[Once in the room, things get even easier on the Earl. Undertaker leaves him standing alone by the bed for just a moment, long enough to tug the blankets down.]

You certainly did. [He pats the edge of the bed, inviting Vincent to sit or lie down, whichever he wants.] There exists a world after death, one most people won't ever see. They go on about their lives, they die, then they go to wherever they're meant to go after that. It's much like a business of its own, making sure souls get from the body to the right place. Those were the people you saw.

[No sense hiding it from him anymore, now that they're here.] They're called grim reapers. You know the term, I believe.

{He won't be complaining. With the bed turned down, he clumsily toes off his shoes and loosens his collar. He has no qualms about laying down - it keeps the room steadier - but he watches Undertaker curiously, riveted despite his impaired senses. Maybe sleep can wait...a little longer.}

Grim...Reapers? You sound serious. {But it's a lot to understand.} How do you know about them? Do they visit the funeral home?

{A yawn interrupts his thoughts and he wrinkles his nose.}

I saw them around Mother...

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[Once Vincent is in bed, he pulls the blankets back up again, draping them over the man up to his chest. That done, he sits himself on the edge, debating what he should say, how much he should say, especially in light of that yawn.]

Perhaps this should wait for a time when you're a little more sober, but yes, I am serious. What should I confess to you, I wonder?

{Sleepily, he grabs onto Undertaker's hand once the man is sitting nearby. His mind wants to understand, but slumber is calling, reaching up to pull him down.}

It's your fault I'm not. {He manages to sound petulant even though he is actually grateful.} Only what feels right. I'm destined to move on as you say. Maybe I will see a Grim Reaper?

[He won't resist but for a moment taken to remove his own shoes before he rolls himself on top of the sheets and stretches out on his side beside Vincent on the mattress.]

Oh, milord, it is very much my fault you're not sober. I made the offer and gave you the liquor, but I don't regret it. Whatever helps you sleep. [He nestles in, curling his arms in one against him, one under his head, watching the Earl quietly.]

You already have seen one. Several, even.

{Vincent rolls onto his side so he is facing Undertaker, his head cushioned against the pillow.}

I don't regret it either. {His eyelids droop against his will and he decides that, oddly, he trusts this man with his life as much as he trusted him with his death.} Mm but I haven't spoken to them, I don't think? I have always wanted to.

[His smile only softens when Vincent faces him. Rather than reach up to brush the hair out of his face, he reaches to smooth the blanket over his side as an excuse to touch him. There hasn't been enough alcohol imbibed tonight to ensure that the Earl won't remember this, but he's still tempted. Vincent needs to know; if he doesn't know now, he will eventually, and there will be no chance now for him to tell the man if and when they return home.]

What would you think if I told you you had already spoken to one, someone you've known for some time?

{A faint light surfaces in Vincent's dark eyes and he can't help asking:}

Who? {Could it be - ? His eyebrows rise in wonder and confusion. What has he - or his family - done to earn the aid of a true Grim Reaper? He must be wrong.

Besides, if Undertaker is a Grim Reaper, what does it mean that Vincent can see and speak to him so easily? He isn't a stranger to death, but... Does it mean his family is cursed to always die young?

His thoughts fly immediately to Ciel.} Undertaker, are you - ?

[Well, now it's too late to take it back. His smile widens and he reaches up to brush his bangs back, making no effort to hide his eyes.]

Please don't let it alarm you, my lord. I've been a grim reaper for some six hundred years, give or take a few decades. We don't all choose to reveal ourselves to humans, but this unnatural green in our eyes gives us away. Every time you've seen this color in someone's eyes, you'll know what they are, if or not they want you to see them.

{He lifts up a little bit, peering into Undertaker's eyes in wonder.} ...what a pretty color. {He has some memory of...that hue. A flash of phosphorescent green and then a deep, comforting darkness.}

I am not alarmed. {Well he is, but he is smiling too. Yet the expression fades when he sees the scarring. What has his friend endured?} Does he know?

{Ciel of course.}

I don't understand why you aid the Phantomhives. You do not like the Queen. I can only imagine what you have seen and felt...

[He allows Vincent's examination of his eyes, leaving himself open to anything the man would want or need to know, even with the alcohol in his system. But he had said he wasn't alarmed, and that was the greatest relief of all, second only to seeing the man free of his agony from before, however briefly it might last.]

Oh, yes. He knew long before you did. I hadn't meant him to know, but he found out by accident.

[He shifted, nestling a little closer.] That is a little complicated, I'm afraid. I am what I am and I can't escape that, but it's... Think of it as a form of employment, this grim reaper business. I sort of... quit, you could say. Went on my own. Your family allowed me to stay close to death while staying away from it.

{He has a deep appreciation of color - especially when it is vibrant. Undertaker's eyes are unapologetically - and glowingly - green. How can he not like them?

But he also has to admit that he likes his company too. Grim Reaper or not, that hasn't changed.}

So he can see them too? {Not just Undertaker, but the others. They must be countless.} Will you see that they don't take him prematurely? I don't know what can be done, but I worry. I suppose that is all fathers can do sometimes.

{Vincent reaches out and lays an arm across the other man's waist, welcoming him to rest beside him.}

Strict employment, I would guess. Leaving couldn't have been easy. We have plenty of customers for you, at least.

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[Inside himself, he's thrilled that Vincent is taking this so well. It's hard to say if it's the man's nature or the alcohol or both. Regardless, he squirms himself a little closer and returns the gesture, putting his arm over Vincent's shoulder, curling his hand so he can scritch his nails lightly over his shirt, the same way he had done for Ciel.]

[And in that, his smile softens, from muted regret.]

You're not wrong to worry. Life will end for everyone one day, but I will do what I can to make sure it doesn't end for him sooner than it has to. I haven't followed your lineage this long to see it all end as you did. [He can't help himself. The hand scritching Vincent moves up to brush the hair out of the Earl's face, not sure how he would take it, so he returns it to its comforts shortly after. The grim reaper academy had done its best to take emotion out of him, but they had all once been human. There were parts of them that even strict training couldn't remove from him, including the love for his own son.]

They did try their best, but I've been around too long for them to tell me what to do anymore.

Edited 2017-12-02 04:32 (UTC)

{The alcohol has calmed him and made him the tiniest bit tipsy, but no, acceptance is a big part of his personality. Especially when said acceptance benefits him. ~~What? He is a greedy, grasping human!~~

The nails are a nice touch - and useful too! - he decides. He relaxes back against the pillow, sighing.}

You have my undying gratitude. I'd rather it not end so...messily. It really is a shame I can't get a second shot at it all. {He wouldn't need a demon to sever the jugular veins of those responsible. It's all an ornate game, really, and he would hold the upper hand after cheating death. Or is it cheating Grim Reapers? Ah well. He can dream.

His thoughts scatter at the soft touch and he closes his eyes.} Good for you. I think we listen to far too many. I admire independence.

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[Now that he knew he hadn't managed to push Vincent away, nothing would change. That had been his only real concern in revealing that part of his identity to the man. They could go about their lives as if nothing had happened. Gratitude aside, although he was glad to have it, still made no difference. Vincent was always the Earl, always would be, and he just an assistant, a tool to use to make things happen.]

[It was the one place in any world that he would let himself be used as such, and when Ciel decided he wanted to do the same, he would have Undertaker's skills at his disposal as well.]

Maybe not in our world, but you do have a second shot at it here, milord. You are alive again and your son is here with us, even if others are not. Think on that as you rest, and know that I am here to look after both of you.

[He can see those nails working on the Earl and he lets his touch roam a little further over Vincent's back, going from shoulder to shoulder.]

{An assistant he might be, a tool sometimes depending on the task, but, above all, Undertaker is a friend. Vincent has only a handful of true friends - each one chosen with care based on their personality and/or skills. A man in his business cannot risk anything more. But he prefers it to be a small number anyway. The world can tell you what you want and use you. Vincent has no time for false flattery or to be a weapon in anyone's hand but the Queen's.

Sometimes he even wonders whether keeping close ties with her is intelligent. But the Watch-Dog must do as he is bidden and not complain. Much like how a Grim Reaper must do as he is bidden and not complain. Funny how father and son have reached the same conclusion about authority in general.}

I am glad to have him and you. {He brushes back some of the silver hair with his fingers, shifting closer.} I'd like to see what you can do...someday.

{His voice gets quieter and his eyes fall shut. The subject intrigues him greatly and he wishes to know more about Grim Reapers, but he is over-tired and his body wins the fight.}

[It isn't lost on him that this is the first and only time he has ever held his son. The moment shakes him to his core and finds himself glad that Vincent is finally losing the fight to sleep. It's getting harder and harder to maintain that smile or the tears threatening to break free, but he manages it. He isn't completely human anymore, but right then and there, he feels closer to his humanity than he has since the funeral.]

Shhh, my lord. You may, one day. For now, sleep.

[He lets those fingers continue to work on the man and, once he is sure Vincent is well and truly asleep, he allows tears to fall and presses a kiss to the Earl's forehead. It's all short lived. He can't let himself get that emotional, though part of him desperately wants to. It would ruin poor Vincent's sleep if he did, but he will let himself lie there and close his own eyes and slip off into a nap. Vincent wanted him there, so he would stay.]

{And his son doesn't mind being held. Vincent may not seem like an affectionate sort, but he is with those he loves. As he drifts off, his hand falls to rest against Undertaker's chest. His breathing is deep and even and his expression is serene. The visions and memories of what he endured are silent and, strangely, instead, he has dreams of his mother.

They are good memories and he makes a small sound, moving in his sleep to embrace Undertaker fully, his head resting on the other man's chest. There he stays, catching up on all the slumber he had missed. However hunger is destined to wake him eventually and he stirs a few hours later, blinking blearily.}

- Undertaker?

[What dreams he has anymore are quiet sorts, unremarkable. It's rare that he will remember them when he wakes, but he does wake, eventually, on his back with an Earl curled against him, to the sound of his name called.]

[He inhales softly with a light start and looks over at Vincent, searching his face for any sign of panic or danger before he's even fully out of his own slumber. Sleep even still weighs heavily on his voice.]

M'lord? Mm... Everything okay?

{The touch of his mother - her hands smoothing his hair or her arms embracing him - linger even as his growling stomach wakes him. He rubs one of his eyes and grins at the answer, sitting up slowly.}

Yes. I feel much better. {Should he be embarrassed? Maybe, but he's not. He feels far too content for any negative emotions.} Did you rest well? Would you like to sleep more?

Nn... Good. [He moans so softly, relieved, and lets his head fall back to the pillowing under him. For a moment, he stays as he is, one hand coming up to rub at his face to try and help him wake. Half asleep though he is, he can still hear that stomach growling. Vincent is more than capable of getting his own lunch, but he shouldn't be here either.]

I should be up. If I sleep any longer, I may not sleep at all tonight.

[He pushes himself upright a moment or two later, eyes still closed, and runs a hand back through his hair out of habit... and frowns as his fingers catch on a snag. He hadn't braided it before taking the Earl to rest. Of course some of it would tangle. At least the knot is loose already.] Hungry are you, milord?

{His stomach is as shameless as him! He chuckles at all the sound it makes.} I think sometimes Diedrich is right in eating as he does. {Not that Vincent could be so focused on eating as many sandwiches as possible every day.}

Let me... {Spying the tangle, he is quick to help loosen it, running his fingers through the strands to smooth it out.} Oh a bit. I think I will survive.

[He has a wry look for Vincent under all that hair.] Your friend takes it to extremes, milord. Please don't use him for a role model in that.

[If ever Vincent let himself go that much, he might be terribly concerned for his health, especially in this world where second chances are a thing. But then the Earl moves to help him with his hair. He gives a small protest, one that ends as soon as Vincent's hands are on his mane. It doesn't take but a few moments of this to slowly loosen near every muscle in his body.]

Mmn.. We should feed you, eventually. [His eyes have gone closed, his shoulders slack. He really does love this. He'll need to take a brush to it to get the rest out, if there are any others, but for now he's content to let Vincent help with that one little mess.]

You think? I am not sure where he puts all of that food, honestly. {Vincent keeps Diedrich plenty active, though, and his poor friend probably has his fair share of depression after his death.} A dog needs a master to exercise him.

{He might worry about his health too! But he isn't terribly attached to food - beyond eating something delicious now and then - and he is active by nature on top of it. Yet that really doesn't matter once he sees Undertaker's reaction. Has he found a sensitive spot? He grins and takes his time, gently separating the strands.}

Do you have a brush handy? I'd like to see to this before we go.

Edited 2017-12-04 02:40 (UTC)

[He smiles, humming quietly in agreement. After having seen Diedrich for himself, he's not sure where the man puts it either, but he has a few ideas, namely in his belly and behind. But he won't say as much. The feel of the hands in his hair so soon after being woken up from a nap have him all but boneless for the moment.]

[Then Vincent brings a brush into the conversation and he groans, dragging himself from his stupor with a hand roughing up his face. Out of it, Undertaker. You know better!] Oh, thank you, but you don't need to fight this battle. I'll get to it in a minute.

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