Fairground

Grace Shoemaker ♥ Fairground ♥ 28 ♥ Rogue ♥ Former Stripper ♥ Post-Apocalypic Drug/Alcohol Dealer ♥ Manipulative ♥ Selfish ♥ Clever ♥ Adaptive ♥ Bisexual

[betterthankanyebitch]

[gracexnfire-blog]

mx-elliotricker:

“I’m pretty sure that means you’re fucking blind, Gracie.” Elliot shot back, making a note to see if she could find any reading glasses around. Surely one of the traders along the way would have something for her. “You got like two, three years on me, blame it on that. I’m as young as when we first met.” Elliot still remembers when they first met, not something she could ever forget. Grace had eyes that glimmered and hands that did things not other hands could. Every day was an adventure, bodies explored and lungs trying desperately to catch their breath. Every bad had an amazing edge to it, it came with added adrenaline and that was what Elliot had become so obsessed with. The artist watched as the woman rounded the island to be next to her, because of course she did. She couldn’t help but glance at the tattoos on show. They’d held up well, but that was only because she’d done them so well for Grace. There was a lot of herself in those works. If she knew then what she knew now she’d probably still have done them. 

Grace didn’t take it well. And that wasn’t any kind of assumption on Elliot’s part, she was very blatant in her bitterness towards anyone or anything that came into Elliot’s life. As soon as there was a new girlfriend on scene, someone as tremendous as Ada, Grace started acting up even more. Longer touches, less clothing, more compliments. Maybe she thought that Elliot was that dumb, or maybe she knew how to play her just right. The artist sighed at the closeness, shaking her head lightly. “How am I to miss all that when I’ve got Ada?” Elliot glanced over to Grace, her more masculine side always so apparent when she needed to get the other woman to back off. Her jaw was tight and her eyes didn’t move away from Grace’s, telling her to move away without having to voice the thought. Elliot was exhausted. She’d come all this way to see Kinsley and now she had a drunk Grace draped around her telling her how she missed and how she missed them. But there was sincerity in her words that concerned Elliot, something that she very rarely felt in anything that Grace did. Though she did a lot of good for Kinsley there was always a concern that she was merely doing it for the betterment of her own situation. Naturally, but Elliot felt the need to keep an eye on the situation nonetheless. 

“Fuck you, I see just fine until it’s that tiny ass print.” Before everything else had disappeared, Grace had never been much of a reader, but once the solar generator had failed for the last time, she’d had little choice, and it turned out she was an avid reader. There had never been a time that Grace had thought Elliot was dumb, either, but she’d always known how to work the artist, knew exactly how she worked and what buttons to push, and so why fuck with something if it wasn’t broken? Though it had been broken, and nothing she’d tried had worked enough to bring Elliot back into her bed, and back into her arms. Nothing hurt so much or made her so mad, as the constant rejection of the one person on the planet that she’d ever loved in any way besides the superficial. Besides their daughter of course, but that was something else entirely. Or at least she’d long ago convinced herself it was. Making a small, annoyed sound in the back of her throat at the mention of her Love’s lover, Grace didn’t let herself be put off. No one had been more magnetic to the hands and lips of the artist than Grace herself, and she planned to fully used that to her benefit. And did often, just not like this. Not in such an obvious and forward attempt to lure her into bed.

Though she could tell by the masculine tensing of the sharp jaw beside her lips, was enough to tell her that Elliot was upset, there was little care about it. It only turned her on more, made her want to come closer, and she did. Her expression fell a little when Elliot refused to even respond to the fact that Grace had missed her, that the closed off dancer was willing to open up enough to say that, and actual hurt flickered through her eyes since the first time that they’d seen each other after the split. Mostly because Grace had avoided her for several months before she’d finally been there when the artist had come by to see their adopted daughter. “Elliot... look at me.” Lifting a hand she turned the familiar eyes back to her own, smiling softly, even a little sadly. “You don’t have to hate me.. remember when you loved me? I never stopped loving you.” Leaning in she moved to capture Elliot’s lips, hoping to at least get one more kiss.

[gracexnfire-blog]

kinsley-marie:

Kinsley had always been a generous kid, and that was something that even Grace couldn’t fully break. Granted, now, when Kinsley found something of value, chances are it would go to her mother figure. It didn’t really matter what it was, as long as it put a smile on Grace’s face it was a winner in her book. So, when she saw the smile tug at her face the girl began to bubble with happiness. It hadn’t been too long since she’d seen the grin’s presence, but it had been long enough. The sign of affection was always welcomed, at that point, Kinsley smiled, knowing she had indeed done her mother proud. 

“Anything for you, Momma,” she smiled and leaned forward to kiss Grace’s cheek breifly then taking one of the packs and nearly bouncing into the kitchen. Making coffee had become increasingly difficult, and she knew not to use too much in Grace’s cup, so at the mention of being allowed to have some herself cause her to spin around around on her heels. “Really?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise. She pulled two old mugs out of the cabinet and a pot for the water. After setting them aside and slipped just her jacket back on to go get some water. “I’ll be right back,” she said as she walked out the door again.

Some would say that Grace had taken advantage of Kinsley’s generous nature, but even if she hadn’t, she was well aware that the young woman would have done anything it took to keep her happy regardless. She was the mother she’d always wanted, and that was enough to keep her taking care of Grace. Grace just never refused and had indeed gotten quite used to it over the years. Especially when times had gotten hard, and Grace had been at her worst. Turning her cheek into the kiss, Grace watched her Pride and Joy go to make the coffee, sitting back to admire her ring and the young woman who had been sculpted by her hand and turned out to be the spitting image of Grace when she was younger, despite that they shared no blood at all. 

Chuckling softly at the surprised reaction, she nodded her head to confirm it, and took another sip from her glass, sure to drain it before her coffee came. “Add a tiny shot of the ‘shine to it, too. You know I like the kick.” Eyes following as Kinsley went out to gather snow to be melted down for water, Grace slowly pushed herself up, denying the wince that came with her movement in the changing weather, and made her way to the stone line space that protected the walls and such from the fire place they’d improvised in and vented through the window. The entire RV looked nothing like it had, for years of picking through the scraps to insulate and reinforce the RV had left it looking like some sort of hut instead, disguised by the shell that had been build over time. Not to mention that nature had woven it’s way through the pieces of sheet metal and stones at the base of it. Warming her hands over the top of the little ‘stove’ she sighed softly and closed her eyes as she thought of her fight with Elliot, though she was smiling by the time Kinsley returned. 

“Ah, good.. I think this cup of coffee will make my entire year. Do you remember where you left the book?”

[thottiehardy-deactivated2023111]

[gracexnfire-blog]

mx-elliotricker:

And like a toddler who got her toys taken away she had her little strop. Elliot allowed it. She knew Grace was drunk. Though there was rarely a time when Grace was something other than sober. She was a good drunk, mostly; still very much herself. “Not looking at you like anything, Gracie.” Of course she was, she knew there had to be some air of judgement in her eyes. “So what you’re saying is, is that she’s stubborn? Wonder where she got that.” Both of them probably. They were both terribly independent and stubborn and that definitely wasn’t hidden from Kinsley in their bickering early on. Someone always had to be wrong, thus meaning that someone else had to be wrong; decision making was a mine field or them. Though in truth most things were a mine field for them. That was why Elliot had enjoyed it so much, one wrong step and she could get head blown off. And then a right step and she got to live another day. 

“Speak for yourself.” Elliot shot back, even though there were days whn she felt her age too. Once they were back on good terms Elliot stopped by three and four times a week. But that slowed more and more as her body began to ache more and more. The trek was a tough one but she still did it, always returning back to the gym and having to rest herself for a day at least. “Best of both of us? Alright, humor me. What’d she get from you?” Grace wanted to be adored and Elliot naturally took that and ignored it entirely, annoying her as best she could with every given opportunity. “Did you mean my girlfriend?” That word was still odd in Elliot’s mouth, but there was a sense of pride behind it nonetheless. They’d been tense of late, a little more standoffish than Elliot wanted, considering that all she wanted was to be as close to anyone as humanly possible. Her tactile nature begged for it. The artist was in the middle of trying to figure out what she’d been doing wrong. It had to something on her side, she just knew it. Ada was perfect, there was nothing more she could have asked for. Elliot just hoped that the woman would be able to live with her while she made the necessary repairs. But Grace didn’t need to hear all that, it would only leave her gloating. “Ada’s doing great, we’re doing great. I’ll tell her you were asking for her.” Elliot said as she got up and took hold of the bottle and downed the last dregs. “’Always been a stellar host, Gracie.” 

“Just because I can’t read a book on my own anymore, doesn’t mean that I’m fucking blind, Elliot. I can see it in your eyes.” Rolling her own, Grace thought it was ridiculous that other woman would even deny it. She’d always been able to read her eyes, and it was part of what had been so explosive about them. They knew how to read each other well enough that they could play their game of back and forth, but both were so unpredictable, that things could change on a dime regardless. “You know that you’re just as fucking old as I am, you think I’m stupid on top of blind? If I fucking hurt when the weather changes, so do you.” Scoffing a little her eyes followed her beloved artist as she came closer to claim the bottle, a hand running down a tattooed arm from her shoulder to her wrist as she moved to step around the island to stand next to her former lover. 

Unable to help herself she made a face at the work girlfriend, shaking her head a little as her eyes followed the progression of the bottle to her lips, and the alcohol down her throat. If that bitch as Elliot’s girlfriend, than Grace had been her wife. There wasn’t a couple on this planet who had had the electricity they’d had, and if they’d only made it past the detox they’d have been perfect. But Elliot had punked out like a bitch and left Grace on her own with a teenager to raise, had left her to self destruct, and she had. If it wasn’t for Kinsley, Ares and Landon, she might have just taken off and taken her luck somewhere else. Live far more recklessly than she had when she had to look out for a kid, too. Sliding a little closer, she lifted her eyes to the angular face she thought about so often, her fingers walked up the art covered arm that she missed coming around her. “Come now... You know you miss my attitude, the challenge and thrill. The sex, no one had sex like we did. Intense like we did...” Tilting her head a little, her expression remained the same, but something behind her eyes changed to less of a predatory game and into something different and extremely rare for her. Softness. Fingers lifting to lose themselves into the hair at the back of her head as they had so many times in the past. “I miss you, Elliot.” It was the first time she’d outright said it, but it was true, and with Kinsley gone for longer and longer periods, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Soon she would be alone, and it made her want her Elliot back all the worse. “I miss us.”

[gracexnfire-blog]

kinsley-marie:

Kinsley smiled at the thought, one of her favorite things were to think about way back when she was just a tiny thing. It brought a certain gladness to her heart. After she finished the braid, she ran her fingers softly through it so straighten it back out, only to start on it again. Small things were her favorite to do, if it was a puzzle or a small, fidgety object, she’d often been found toying with it even as a little girl. “Well, I’ve got some good news for you,” she smiled even though Grace couldn’t see it. This time the braid was looser and she moved quickly. She was so excited to see Grace’s face when she opened up the all black backpack and see the goodies she’d brought back. 

“Have a look,” she smiled, moving to sit beside her mother figure this time, back pack in hand, “I don’t need a tree, I don’t even know what day it is really, so Merry Christmas!” she offered out the backpack with admiration in her eyes, the same admiration she had so many years ago when she was half this size. “It’s not a lot, but I think it’s enough to make you happy.” Batteries were hard to find, along the way she’d picked up a handful of other things (– including a small ring and a few sealed packs of generic gas station coffee) for Grace along the way. 

Eyes closing as the familiar fingers moved through her strands, Grace sighed and relaxed, finally, her side leaning against the back of the old couch, letting the touch sooth her nerves. She knew how Kinsley fidgeted and long ago she’d put that to use for herself. Having her hair played with had always been one of her favourite thing, and she had spent many hours just letting the girl experiment away with different braids in her long, dark hair. “Good news?” The tone of her daughter’s voice caught her attention, the older woman turned to watch her pick up the bag and return to join her on the couch. Brows lifted in curiosity, her hand move to take the bag and put it in her lap, opening up the well worn zipper and peeking inside. 

“Seems like someone had a productive day...” Reaching inside she withdrew the items one at a time, a surprised smile crawling over her face when she picked up the coffee. “I’m impressed, Kiddo. Bringing back the fucking goods like when you used to steal from the camps. Making your mother proud.” Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to her forehead and handed the pack of coffee to her. “Make Mama a cup of Christmas coffee, then we’ll finish that book that we started.” When her eye sight had started to get a little worse and reading her books had gotten harder, she’d gladly let the younger woman take over, and had learned quickly to enjoy being read to. Sliding the ring onto her pinkie she smiled at the pretty trinket. “Pour yourself a drink, too, Darling.” It was rare that Grace shared, but it just went to show how well her mood had been picked up. 

[gracexnfire-blog]

mx-elliotricker:

It was the same routine every time under different settings. Sometimes she was just fresh from bathing herself or in some other state of undress. And every time Elliot was sure her jaw pulled tighter to a point where he could do no more and every time she was proved wrong. Grace had always been a devil of a woman and age did nothing to dampen the spirit that seemed to live in her when they were in each others company. There was a want to corrupt in her and for perhaps the first time in her life Elliot had found herself on the straight and narrow. 

Elliot nodded even if she didn’t like the fact that Kinsley had become Grace’s little errand girl. The poor thing was always running somewhere in the name of her ‘mother’. The artist knew better than to simply accept the moonshine on offer, there was no way it was going to be that easy. Grace a temptress and she lived off of reeling people in. It was almost as if she forgot that Elliot had seen the inner workings of the machine before. “That kiss is probably off with Kins somewhere. Now can I have it or not?” She didn’t dare moving, knowing that the woman next to her would see it as some kind of in. Every move had to be calculated and backed up by a backbone of steel. Thanks to Grace’s reaction to her relationship with Ada and her want to keep the artist on her toes constantly, Elliot was sure her observant and quick nature was never going to lag behind. 

No one understood like Elliot that Grace had a need to corrupt, an internal drive to poison those around her and make them more like herself, but less. Below. There were few people in her life she considered equal, but above them all was Elliot. Grace didn’t love easily, even out of people she cared about, and outside of her family, there was no one on earth that she could say she loved. Not that she’d actually say it, she couldn’t even bring herself to say the words to Kinsley, especially once she’d said them to Elliot and then they’d imploded. In her opinion that horrible word was jinxed, but if it meant getting her artist back, she’d at least attempt it. Or so she told herself, because in all these years, she’d never managed it. Even when that stupid woman had come along and Elliot had been taken away from her. Fuck that bitch.

Making a face as her want of a kiss to her cheek was rejected, the already drunk Grace made a noise of displeasure. “No, you can’t.” Pushing herself up off the couch, she lifted the bottle and drank half of what was left back in one shot, setting it down on the island, but not letting go of it’s neck. “Don’t even look at me like that. You think I don’t try and go out instead of her? She insists, and it’s easier for me to stay and defend my camp. My palace.” Added to her bitterness over losing Elliot, Grace had watched herself age, and hated it. Her joints ached when the weather turned, and though she hid it from everyone including Kinsley, she’d taken to coughing fits that sometimes felt like they lasted forever. “She’s young and spry, like we used to be. Let her do as she likes. She’s the best of both of us, though how we managed that I’ll never know.” Sighing, she finally let go of the bottle, leaving it there for her ex to take if she wanted to, even sliding it toward her as she leaned on the island. “Hows your… whatever she is?”

[petrova]

[gracexnfire-blog]

[xshayarsha]

You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish.

J. Sheridan LeFanu, Carmilla. (via known-stranger)

@mx-elliotricker

[gracexnfire-blog]

kinsley-marie:

Even from a young age, Kinsley admired both Grace and Elliot for very different reasons. But, when Elliot’s time became divided with another and left, most of teen Kinsley’s admiration shifted back onto the lanky brunette who then used her as a crutch.

“There’s a lot of things for you over there,” she said softly, focusing her eye on brushing the long locks in front of her. Her lips pinched, then finally sitting back and setting the brush aside. Only then did she begin to rake her fingers through the hair before her. It was nice for her to do something with her hands, “I think there’s some stuff that you’ll really enjoy, most of it I looted from houses. I think the cold ‘s runnin’ people inside. I’m not findin’ much to trade with.” Her words were idly and rambling, a very frequent habit of hers when she’d unwind from being out on her own. It was so easy to forget how the tiny camper made her feel so safe. Her fingers began to braid Grace’s hair while she spoke in her smooth manner, “after all, it’s Christmas time, right? Remember that one time I dragged in a Chirstmas tree and you made me decorate it in the yard? Didn’t I just throw glitter at it and call it a day?”

Nodding her head, the motion was a small one, as she didn’t want to disturb the younger woman’s progress on her long hair, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of the fingers through her strands, and the burn of home made alcohol burning her throat. It was in times like these it was almost easy to forget how fucked they all were now. That eventually Kins would have to leave, and then Grace would walk until she either found a body of water to walk into, or dropped from exhaustion. For now, she basked in the adoration of the beautiful young woman who was for all intents and purposes, a version of herself. Just as she’d always wanted. Even if by the time they had been ready, the camps had been all wiped out. 

“Yeah well, people are fucking smart. The worst thing you could do right now is get sick. What I wouldn’t give for some coffee.” most of what they’d found had been undrinkable or moldy, but that didn’t mean that Grace didn’t want any. “We need to put up the hut over the fire tonight in case it gets cold.” Pausing in her thoughts as the memory was brought up, she was pleased that her back was still to Kins, so that she wouldn’t see her smile. “I wasn’t about to let that ugly thing in here. Elliot thought a fairy exploded out there or something, there so glitter everywhere. I swear I still see some of it out there, still. Twenty goddamn years later.... Maybe this year we can get a little tree. Just a little one. Tiny.”

[chris-pine]

[gracexnfire-blog]

kinsley-marie:

She was a good kid, for the most part…. at least she thought she was. Sometimes she knew just how to get on Grace’s last nerve, but that was her job. “I’m just keepin’ you on your toes,” she chuckled, sometimes it was easier than others to get a rise but sometimes it was just a little too hard for her little too sensitive heart. So she smiled, letting the sly grin fade into the warmth. “But of course..” she went quickly to grab the closest brush and climbed up behind her mother, sitting on the edge of the couch, and wiggled the long ends loose.

“No,” she said softly, giving her head a small shake, “I didn’t see her out this time.. I thought about swinging by the gym but decided against it, if I had I still might not be home..” the brush slowly stroked it’s way down Grace’s long locks, occasionally tugging on a small tangle which Kinsley gently combed out. “Why? Has she not come by lately?” Elliot always kept them on their toes, but she always looked forward to the visits – even after all these years and after leaving.. But, the scar on her leg was proof, every single day, that Elliot was more than just a person, at least to her and Grace. Elliot was the second dad. Elliot saved her life. But, so did Grace. “I’m sure she’ll be by soon..” she tried to add comfortingly.

“Ain’t that the fucking truth. You’ve been keeping me on your toes since the day I let you move in here.” Which was true enough, though as much as the preteen had kept her surrogate mother on her toes, Grace had had the younger female firmly around her pinkie finger as well. All part of the twisted dynamic of their little family unit, and in the end they’d all actually cared for each other, depended on each other. And then just as suddenly it had been just the two of them again, and the pair had gotten even closer. Grace had clung to her relationship with the younger woman, and had settled firmly into her motherly role. She probably wasn’t close to being a good mother, let alone the best one, but it had worked for them, and Kins had not only survived, but flourished. If she had pride in anything, it was in that.

Shifting on the couch so Kinsley could slide in behind her, Grace sipped at her drink as she felt the brush start to take the tangles out of her hair. “Not yet, but it should be any day now that she shows up.” The absent side of their triangle rarely went more than a week without showing up, and it usually the time that Grace perked up. She made sure that the younger woman had brushed out her hair, and she did what she could to make sure she looked her best. Even rimming her eyes with charcoal to darken her lashes, and wearing as little as possible as if hoping that the sight of her myriad of tattoos would draw the artist back. Then, when she left, Grace would fall into a sour mood, at least until the next morning. It was vicious cycle, but that’s all life had become to most people these days. “What did you bring besides the alcohol? Something good, I hope. Like a new book, I’ve been so bored I could scratch my eyes out.”

[gracexnfire-blog]

KINSLEY :

“Hey now,” she said, turning around on the bar stool to face where her mother figure went, “I never said you were old, that was you.” Her eyebrows raised and she smirked. While her boned elbows leaned back onto the bar the smirk remained on her face. “If you wanna go out with me, I’d love ‘ta have some company.” 

She remained cool on the outside but on the inside she panicked slightly. The last thing she wanted was for Grace to get hurt. There were so many things that could go wrong now, with the rise of the raiders and the fall of the infected she was no longer dealing with mindless wandering cannibals, now they were dealing with very real, very functional being. It was more of the smaller you are the more invisible you are. A person had to become one with the now fallen city and be prepared for what could lie around every corner.. Besides, what would happen if they came back to their camp over ridden? Where the hell would they go? Maybe, hopefully, Grace would be having a bad arthritis day or be put off by the snow before that time comes..

“You gotta be able to keep up though,” she teased.

“You forget that I taught you everything you know, Brat.” Rolling her eyes once more, Grace quickly ate what little meat there was, though the snake meat was a heavy protein and would suffice for the small portion. “Company, My ass.” Shaking her head as she took a sip out of her glass and rested back on the couch, she sighed and stared out of one of the dust covered windows. Though she put up a fight about being left behind, and though she missed the adventure of her youth, Grace wasn’t eager to get out into the world as it was now. Though she was still spry and kept in shape by yoga that was as much to fill time as to stay fit, age still crept up undeterred and on the coldest of days she’d be stiff and sore and her moon shine reserves would go down significantly. Those nights were the worst.

“Keep up? I should smack you upside the head for that one. Seriously, I thought I taught you respect. Like fuck, at least respect for me.” Rolling her eyes as she took yet another sip, the burn of the alcohol spreading quickly through her limbs, she sighed in relief and took a deep breath. “Come over here and brush my hair. It’s the least you can do when you left me to worry about your ungrateful ass all night, and then came back to insult me.” The rough edge had left her tone, though, and it had turned almost teasing. “Have you seen Elliot?”

[gracexnfire-blog]

kinsley-marie:

Kinsley smiled slightly. This was the world she was brought up in, a world of eating small animals and the occasional dear, but at the mention of eating snake – which was far from her favorite – she craved the taste of mashed potatoes again. If she could get her hands on a potato….

“I’m on it, Momma,” she smiled, moving through the trailer to collect what she needed while bundling back up before heading out to where their fire pit. Grace had always been there for her, she raised to and molded her into the strong woman she was today. Once upon a time the tickle of the will to survive had tuckered itself out, but Grace was the one who picked up the little girl, took her in, fed her, clothed her… the least Kinsley could do was make a few runs a week and cook now that she could, especially something like snake, the thin meat not taking too terribly long to cook. Surviving this long takes a toll on people.

After a while, she came back in with the whitened meat. She always let the older of them go first, so she took her spot and waited. “Everything okay last night?” she asked softly, knowing things could’ve turned wrong in a blink of an eye. Kins took her lower lip between her teeth for a moment and sighed.

Momma. The moniker never failed to make her smile, pride in her eyes at the way that the young woman had turned out. All from careful crafting of yours truly. She’d made sure that Kinsley had grown into a strong and confident woman, that she knew how to manipulate the world around her to get what she wanted, what they needed. They’d flourished as much as anyone could in this world, even as Grace grew more fragile with age and loneliness, Kinsley had kept her strong. Given her reason. Chasing her first shot with another, she corked the bottle once more and dropped it into the cooler that was kept a lower temperature with rocks that had been buried in the shade to cool them.

“You know I don’t like when you’re late like that, Kinsley. It’s not like I can just call you and find out where you are.” Speaking as she took just a little more than half of what there was of the rather large snake, Grace lowered onto the couch and leaned back, taking a bite as she rolled her eyes at her protege. “It was fine. I can take care of myself, regardless of what you or Elliot seem to think.” Speaking as she ate, there was a bitterness in her voice that had slipped in over time, starting the day Elliot had left. “Next time you go out, I’m coming with you. Fuck this staying behind shit. I’m not old yet.”

[gracexnfire-blog]

mx-elliotricker:

Once a week if not more. That was how often she’d noticed herself trekking from the gym to Grace’s and then back again. She supposed it was something to do, to keep her active. And she liked to check in on how things were. Perhaps she’d gone a little softer with age but she liked seeing that Kinsley was still alive and well. And Grace’s company was something she enjoyed, the woman seemed to be able to still understand her and appreciate the impulse and creative side of her. Elliot wasn’t the type to keep people in her life, she wasn’t good at it, but in a way the mutual connection with Kinsley kept their paths crossing. 

Elliot got up in front of the wore out RV and was really ready to drop. She did miss her bike in moments like those where she felt as if she’d ran a marathon just to check in. But usually a sit down and some good conversation allowed her energy to pick back up. The artist did as she normally did, knocked on the door twice before letting herself in. It was to let Grace know that it wasn’t just some raider coming to take everything she held dear. She had took a peak around the yard and couldn’t see any signs of life and Kins didn’t seem to be in the RV either. “The kiddo around?” The taller of the pair asked as she made herself comfortable on the aged couch. 

 ( @gracexnfire )

Elliot’s visits had become like clockwork, and Grace always knew when they were coming, and she still did her best to make sure she looked a hundred percent. The two still had a connection, the former dancer missing everything about what their life had been before withdrawal had imploded them. Though make up had long ago expired, Grace didn’t venture out often into the sun, and it had preserved her face, helping along the good genes that it seemed she’d been blessed with. 

The sounds of the knocks caught her attention, and she came out of the back in one of her tank tops, and a pair of small shorts that somehow still managed to fit after all these years, though she’d never really gotten any less slender than she’d ever been. If anything, she was thinner now that their diets were sparse and lean. Snatching up the bottle she’d been drinking from, her eyes remained on her former lover as she took a long sip of the small amount in the bottom of it. “No. She went to go on a run for us. I was running low on the good stuff.” Holding it out as she came to lower down beside Elliot, she pulled the bottle and it’s tiny contents out of the artists grasp before she could take it. “Uh uh.. where’s my kiss?” Tapping her cheek, a perked brow landed on her. 

[gracexnfire-blog]

kinsley-marie:

( @gracexnfire )

Kinsley came inside, from her best guess it was high noon, she should’ve been back yesterday, if not then before now. “I know, I know, I’m late,” she mumbled, coming in slightly disheveled than the day before. Now, her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, but she put her bag down and began to ruffle through it when she placed two full jars of moonshine on the counter of their beloved camper. 

“Cassidy needed a few extra things this week..” she sighed. This has been going on for a long while, so she turned to face Grace with tired eyes, her fingers gripping the counter. “That bitch sent me on a hunt for batteries… but… I got ‘em…. hopefully she’ll cut me a break when I go back to turn ‘em in.. better be good shit.”

“Finally.” The words were snapped, though she knew already that Kinsley wouldn’t take it personally. The young woman was used to her mother’s extremely shortened temper when her moonshine ran out, and as sharp as the words were, there was also relief beneath them. If it wasn’t for the girl who had long ago become her daughter, she’d have fallen to pieces by now. Not that she’d admit that to anyone, least of all herself.

The moment the alcohol was on the counter, Grace was there, pulling the cork on one of them, and instantly filling one of the few glasses they had left, and then drinking it back in one shot. Hissing with both pleasure and pain, the still leggy woman gave her head a shake, and nodded. “It’s decent, but for something like batteries, it could be better. Bitch better not be trying to fuck us.” It was times like these she still wished cigarettes were a thing, for the craving for them had never fully gone away. “I killed a snake for dinner. It’s all ready to go.” Grace didn’t cook, something long ago established. It wasn’t so much out of not wanting to, more than a lack of skill in that one place. Anything she tried to cook was inevitably burnt.