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Grant Dahle. 37. Constantly searching. Roleplay Account for Ashes to Ashes

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jamesdahle:

James was laughing again, still not quite able to believe that Grant was here. It was an unmistakable thing: his voice, his scent, his touch– there was no way this could be anything else but Grant. He felt those lips press against his forehead and his smile brightened, if only for a moment. “I found her,” he said, glee on his face. “I found our little girl.” Mac had been the first to get lost and it had been hard on all of them. Finding her was like finding a Beacon in a storm. Then, much too late, he realized that it was just Grant. None of the other kids were with him. His smile slipped from his face and he pulled back just far enough to check. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed them yet. And yet no. None of his kids were there. “Are the others…?” He didn’t dare ask the question, but he knew that Grant would know what he was asking.

“That’s amazing!” Grant made a move to pick up the taller man and spin him around, because even though he figured Mac was there, it was more than reassuring to hear. “You’re amazing!” Grant stopped sort, his hands falling from where they were when he heard James’ question and realized what the look on his face meant. “Nononono, no, God, no. They’re all still- they’re together, with an older couple. Not like, dying with a cane older couple, like where we’ll be in fifteen years old. Only with us being way more adorable and way hotter.” Grant didn’t know if he made the right decision, separating always seemed like such a bad idea in any work of fiction. This was reality, though. And the reality was it was more dangerous running around outside the bases. “We - I say we, but of course there were some protests in our Brady Bunch - so, I thought it’d be more risky to drag them everywhere while looking for you and Mac. I mean, with our luck, all of them would have been separated from me for one reason or another. This way, I know where they are, where to find them, and...” Grant pursed his lips in thought, a small frown staying in place after, “I wouldn’t say I trust the couple, trust is... a little hard nowadays, but I know where they are, and they’re the closest I could get to maybe trusting someone out here with our family.” Grant sighed, “I think they’re good people... I really do.” But he’s been wrong before.

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nomadicholmgren:

Blake was so grateful to him for making it to them alive. It wasn’t even for her own sake - it wasn’t just that it made her happy to have him there but she knew that James would be okay now. That he could begin to put his pieces back together, and she knew that it would perk Mac up to see him. She was thankful for that - for the knowledge that these people that were so important to her against her wishes would all be able to be happier now. She would never vocalize it, though, even doing so would make her tears become real. When he whined though, she couldn’t hide her smile. He was still the same. Still Grant. It seemed very little could change him and James for the worse. Her heart broke when he smiled at her, hopeful for her to confirm his dreams, for her to tell him that he would be okay. She nodded, “Mac and James, yes. They’re here.” 

There it was, the confirmation he needed. “I knew it!” Grant exclaimed while tears of relief prickled at his eyes, showing he hadn’t really been as confident as he’d have liked. “And they’re okay, right? They have to be okay because your face isn’t saying ‘they’re here, but oh shit, brace yourself’!” Without pausing for an answer, he continued on, “and how about you? Are you okay? You look okay - like, all your limbs are still there, which is great! But limbs aside, you may just look okay because you’re positively gleeful after seeing my face again.” He may have sounded a bit ridiculous, but he was honestly wondering how Blake had been. It’s not like he’d been fortunate enough to be in touch with her since the world went to hell. Grant also knew there was only a certain amount of ‘okay’ anyone could possibly be in this situation, but he had to ask.

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jamesdahle:

Grant had always been good at bringing up emotions through James that he hadn’t thought he was capable of feeling. He hadn’t thought he was capable of feeling so happy that the tears shook his body, that his weak arms could grasp onto someone as tightly as they grasped onto his husband. He never realized he could feel so incredibly happy and so incredibly worried at the same time. Or that he could laugh while crying, because in spite of everything that had happened, Grant could bring that out of him. “Oh, thank god. I thought-” He shook his head, clinging tighter. He thought he’d never see Grant, ever again. “I love you, so much.”

“Thought I’d show up riding on a horse, in a prince charming outfit? I know, I thought about it, too. Sadly, both of those things are really, really hard to come by. Besides, I think I’d look better in a dress, yanno? Why am I asking that as if you’ve never seen me in one before?” Grant didn’t usually deflect with nonsense - not with James, at least. The fact of the matter was, in this case, he already knew what James must have thought. They were the same fears he had since they were separated. He too had the grim realization that maybe they wouldn’t be able to find each other again, that he’d live out the rest of his days rifling through the world for someone who could have already taken his last breath. “I know,” Grant murmured after a few beats, responding to James’ unfinished sentence in yet another way. “I know.” Grant closed his eyes, realizing they had been brimmed with tears without him noticing. Pulling back, he carded his hands through James’ bangs, as he so often did. “It’s okay now,” he said for them both. Leaning up, tears trickling down his own face, he pressed his lips to James’ now exposed forehead. “I love you, too. I really, really love you.”

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nomadicholmgren:

Blake was walking into the cafeteria when she heard the voice, one that made her insides curl in amazement. She had obviously not been paying much attention, because as soon as she recognized his voice, she recognized his scent. The poor soul whose ear he was talking off was obviously lost by his long-winded descriptions but they nearly looked grateful once Blake was shoving them aside and throwing her arms around Grant’s shoulders. Not even a second passed before she was pulling back and shoving him, though, “Never get lost again, you idiot.” She said, because she wouldn’t cry - she wouldn’t let herself cry. Though, it would be silly to assume that Grant didn’t know exactly how happy she was to see his stupid face.

Grant’s eyed widened when he felt arms winding around him, but the confusion ended in a second when a familiar scent finally hit his nose. Family. How had he not noticed her scent before?! “Blake!” Grant made a move to hug her back, but found himself being shoved away instead. Still, he couldn’t help but smile fondly at her actions and choice of words, as they were insanely characteristic of the woman. Maybe she wouldn’t say it, she didn’t have to for him to understand, but he still would. “I’m so glad to see you. Sosososo glad.” He felt a lump in his throat form at the comfort of now knowing she was safe. “I know that’s an obvious and cliche thing to say, but I am.” With a little squeeze to Blake’s hand, he left it at that, not wanting to place her in a heart-to-heart moment she’d rather not have. “And heeey, I didn’t get lost,” Grant whined, mind having finally traveling back to what she had initially said. "I know that’s hard to believe, it makes sense that the guy with his head in the clouds would wander off, but nope! It was your brother who-” Grant actually cut himself off, looking away for a second, before back at Blake, a hopeful yet tentative smile in place. He was still scared he was wrong… “They’re here, too… right?”

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jamesdahle :

James wasn’t sure when he scented Grant, but the moment he did it felt like time slowed. His heart raced against his chest and he ran as fast as his legs would allow. When he turned the corner, he heard the man’s voice, talking to a disgruntled Cora. It was clear she did not want to be having a conversation like this, especially so early in the morning. James would say he understood, but he didn’t. Grant was so ridiculously energetic and James loved every second of it. “Grant?” He called out, stepping into view.

“I mean, I was-” Grant abruptly cut off his words as he was pulled into another world. A world James was very much so present in. As he spun around, the reality where he was searching came to an end. The person he was speaking to was part of another life, one Grant was scared would never come to pass. “You’re here,” Grant panted, breathless - only in part from having sprinted over to the other. “You’re here,” he repeated, taking James’ face in his hands, looking over his features simultaneously as if decades had passed, and as if stricken with the most unbelievable and beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He pulled James into his arms, feeling his body quake as relief washed over him. “I mean, I knew you were here, I could smell you,” Grant wrinkled his nose as he spoke. “I just never had to rely on the whole... ‘follow you nose’, thing before. You were always there...” And then he wasn’t, and Grant had been at wits end ever since. “And yes, I totally, definitely just quoted the Fruit Loop commercial slogan.”

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“I’m looking for two people,” Grant started, holding up one finger, then another when he realized his mistake. He usually wouldn’t forgo introductions, but this was important! Hence he instantly launched into the first person’s description. “One is about yea high,” Grant waved his hand next to him at what he approximated to be his daughter’s height. “Huge eyes, pretty sure she got them from her dad. Which may not make sense because she’s adopted, but I like to think it makes sense.” Grant kept up his overly talkative and friendly persona, never wanting other people to know just how desperate and strung out he actually was. “She talks a lot - a lot - and that she definitely got from me, if you can’t tell. She’s basically a precious, talkative ray of sunshine - couldn’t miss her.” In hindsight, which he didn’t have, a name may have done better. “The other person, you couldn’t miss either. I mean, he’s adorable. A little taller than me, red hair, Bambi eyes, looks like he’s made of noodles. Which may not sound too attractive, but trust me, it is.”

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