the sweetest thing.

on this side of hell.

[amaz1ngrace]

🦋 - was that grace hawthorne i saw arriving into beacon hills today? i hear that they are twenty six and are an halfling. they are known to remind others of the sweetest thing on this side of hell & angelic laugh ringing like a bell through the night. i do wonder what adventures are in store for them?

her biological parents die before she can remember their faces, but her (god) parents swears they were the best people she knew when they take grace in as her own. headstrong, with a stronger moral compass, and a knack for seeing the beauty in life. it's how she was born, her new family would say, and shouldn't she use such things for good ? and so, she's raised as the good girl, the sweet girl next door, with a bright smile and a brighter mind, grace hawthorne would never harm a fly - and loved her life in new york !

the city was so big, so vast, she was born and raise in the central park west historic district; surrounded by beauty, history, and it gave her a sense of self, a sense of importance. the type of girl to stop and smell flowers, to fall in love when someone holds a door open for her, taking long walks to smell the autumn air, who adores eating cup noodles at her marbel counter top, and was the sweetest thing in the room. she smells like heaven itself, the sent of pur magnolia by cartier filling the air when the wind blows against her locks, and lips are always perfectly glossed.

it doesn't help she spends her time volunteering, tutoring, babysitting - she may be a rich girl, but she's hardly haughty, and really more well known as the person to go to when having a bad day ( she always has candy in her purse, and will drop everything to get hot cocoa for you ). it's hard not to love grace.

however, anyone who knows anything about the hawthornes - knows they've been a hunter family since the conception of the americas, and they've had a duty to uphold: to protect those who cannot protect themselves from the werewolves and vampires they have no clue about. her job is to make the world safer, and she takes it very seriously. has killed her own childhood best friend, after finding he was responsible for the midnight ( from a werewolf ) killings in central park. did she shed tears ? only in the dark.

she lives as normal as she can. goes to college, hunts werewolves and vampires on the spare time, dates, falls in love, gets her heart broken, graduates, hunts, dates, falls in love, rinse and repeats. it's only when she turns 25, and she's out for a hunt ... when a burst of light comes from her finger tips. it kills the creature she's after, and leaves herself speechless, with a bloody nose. after a quick research session in her family's library, the hunter finds herself knowing beacon hills is the place to go - to see if she can reach the bottom of this: what the hell the light was.

[amaz1ngrace]

          "i just think - "   and grace has spent more time thinking about this than she'd ever admit.    "it should be a law to not play winter holiday music until it snows."  it just doesn't feel right ! / @rockyhikaru.

[carnaldxsires]

closed starter ft. @amaz1ngrace

silence was alec's comfort zone. in the shadows was where the man spent most of his days. although the daylight ring he'd acquired permitted him to walk freely in the sun, he felt the most at home in the darkness. tonight was no different. metal rings adorned the male's slender fingers, chipped black nail varnish finished the look. a lit cigarette sat perfectly between slightly chapped lips, the red embers burning brightly at the end. then, a distraction. a sound beside him. more than that.. a voice. piercing blue hues snapped to the side. "...what?" the uttered word should have made it obvious that he had no idea what had just been said.

[amaz1ngrace]

          her hunter instincts are ingrained in her soul,  in her blood,  in her skin at this point in grace's life.  she knows when there's a stronger being around,  simply by the way the atmosphere changes;  her mom always said she was a  natural  when knowing when to be on guard,  and the words only proved themselves as she got older.   "smokings going to kill you."   it's not what she said at all,  actually;  but she has a role to play,  crystalline sapphire eyes landing on the other,  head tilting to the side.   "can i have one?"

[amaz1ngrace]

          "that car's totally gonna blow up."   she comes back from offering to help fix the smoking problem under the hood  -  judgement on her features as she sips on her hot cocoa.   "can't say i didn't try,"  grace continues to shrug,  as the owner opens the hood and smoke literally billows in his face. / @scotted.

[amaz1ngrace]

         there's a pause,  she studies the man in a leather jacket,  cigarette hanging from his lips.   "i know it's not the greatest thing for me to say out loud, just may be embarassing, but ..."   she turns to stiles,  head tilts towards the stranger.   "i bet i could fix him." / @ewnotstiles.

[amaz1ngrace]

        "you look like you'd know the answer to this."   what ?   she's new.  and a social butterfly,  so.  "where do you think the nearest gym is?" / @h1mbos.

[coolcobrakai1962]

The hybrid sighs. "Because it sparks joy in my empty soul." The hybrid smirked looking at the iphone, sometimes technology still baffles him. "I really wouldn't put secrets in a phone if I were you." Kai said. "What happened to the old pen and paper."

[amaz1ngrace]

          "what a modern greek tragedy."   it's the most she can give him,  really,  without coming off as  ...  too  judgemental.  it's not a trope grace is aiming for in beacon hills.   "pen and paper isn't as convienent."   though she does have her own diary,  don't get her wrong.  the phone is simply the only way to contact the rest of her family.   "you sound like a grandpa."

[amaz1ngrace]

         there's a big grin on painted lips,  and she looks towards the blonde.   "is it too much? maybe."   but graces twirls,  watches the pattern on her dress in the window,  and tucks her hair behind her ear.   "but i like it." / @vampyredefender.

[winnierxsh]

"That's pretty nice." Winnie said with a small smile. "Caramel is a cool name." The officer leaned and gently pet the cat. "But can I suggest adding an honorary tilte-" He smiled. "Perhaps Sir Caramel." They joked.

[amaz1ngrace]

"oh my god, that's perfect." and what girl doesn't have dreams taking places with sirs, knights, and princesses ? grace adores it. "if i steal it, don't sue me, okay?"

[coolcobrakai1962]

"Now now." Kai tsked as he kept holding the object the person desired. The hybrid could simply give it back but was no fun at all.Arms extended away keeping it out of the stranger's reach. "What ever happened to saying please?"

[amaz1ngrace]

frown flits on delicate features, brows furrowing in distaste. "why should i say please when it belongs to me?" sue her, call her an iphone kid - sure ! but her entire life is on her phone, so. "there's confidential stuff on that phone."

[pcwerful]

" it's a terrible name. " most days jane had to go seek out her own fun, her own victims, her own food; in this town it seems the all too easy prey falls into her lap instead. she ventures closer, into the other girl's space — narrows dark eyes briefly at her face, too close — and hisses, sending the cat scrambling out of its would-be owner's arms and lunging back down the street. " if you want a pet so badly ... go get it. " her teeth already ache with the urge to give chase.

[amaz1ngrace]

her words are so sharp, and grace really should be paying attention to them, not the way they're leaving the brunette's lips. instead, she blinks, innocence flitting over her features - and the hunter does not even flinch when the other hisses. cannot deny that grace herself, has had her fair share of growling when in the midst of a hunt. "good thing you're not keeping him then, right?" she asks, straightening up, blue hues lingering on the other girl. "but you scared him off. and i can't go into the woods alone," grace continues, watching the cat scurry into the forest - but she's on a mission now, multiple, if anything - for her senses are all off the charts with the brunette around, not being able to keep her eyes off her at all. "so. lets go."

[amaz1ngrace]

practically coos when seeing the orange tabby kitten wrap itself around her ankles, the girl bending down to pick it up - and of course it's instantly purring. "i guess the stars and the cat distribution system aligned tonight," grace says, soft chuckle breathing through her lips. "no collar ... if he doesn't have an owner, i think i'll have to keep him. thoughts on the name caramel?" it's like beacon hills knew she moved here on her own, and knew she was feeling a bit lonely - another thing to research about this town, she supposed. grace certainly had her work cut out for her.

[jcssicahamby]

the redheads senses were overwhelmed as she slipped past the crowds of people, eyes almost glazed over as she tried to distance herself. her heightened senses bombarded her with sensations she was still learning to control. the scent of warm blood teased her nostrils, and the rhythmic thump of heartbeats echoed in her ears, threatening to drown out all other sounds. jessica's fangs tingled uncomfortably, and with one last push through the people she managed to find a space away from the others in the square, her arms crossed and fingers digging into her arms, enough to draw blood in an attempt to try to focus on something other than how hungry she was.

despite her best efforts she could hear another approaching, taking a step back as she looked over to the other. "...sorry, i don't think i'm up for so many people."

[amaz1ngrace]

she's always had above average observation skills, one drilled into the girl since she formed a consciousness by her parents, she's sure; and of course, even at the young age, she picked up such things easily. discomfort, an off moment, annoyance, love - blue hues find it, and what she does with this information ? it does depend on the moment. "i could tell. water helps me when i get overstimulated." which isn't a lot, considering she was born in one of america's most crowded cities, and seemed to thrive more every passing year. the 5'2 girl offers the redhead a chilled water bottle. "are you okay? is there anything i can do to help?" / @jcssicahamby.

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KRISTINE FRØSETH via instagram (August 30, 2023)