#;grace

[bvttlebcrn]

nils had found that once you started working somewhere, rarely did you want to go there in your free time. he was, quite often, looking for extra hours, so hanging around playground usually meant he could get roped into covering for someone. he had meant to check out pandaemonium much earlier, anyways. so there he was, sat at the bar, sipping on an old fashioned. his eyes perused the dance floor, small smile of amusement resting on his lips. when someone stumbled into his peripheral vision, nils turned his head, only to recognize the girl who had stuck him on the ceiling and claimed to know judah. “are you alright?” he asked, figuring he was safe enough in a public place like this. ( @gracexbachmann​ )

[partum-memoriae]

@historias-multorum​ - liked for a starter!

“I-I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to bump into you like that...” Shocking to her, most people just passed right through her for the most part. 

[jasonxwalters-blog]

Jason had spent most of the day exploring around town trying to find where things were. It probably wouldn’t be good if he got lost when he was actually on the job. He really didn’t need an accident to happen, he couldn’t let another thing like the Mistake happen again. He knew things would go worse this time. But that was enough of thinkings of that, he should instead focus on the fact that he was completely lost. 

He had no idea where he was anymore, he probably should have been paying more attention to his surroundings. He was pretty sure he had taken a left turn back there but he wasn’t sure. Looking around he tried to spot someone to ask, if he could bring himself to do that. There was someone across the street but honestly he would probably rather die than go over to her. “Hey.” He called out. That was good enough he hoped. 

@gracexkline

[bvttlebcrn]

nils hadn’t really intended on coming to the party–so much had ended so poorly last time, and considering he knew going in that their memories would be altered, he should have felt nervous and uncomfortable with the situation. but really, part of him loved the complete anonymity. the invitation had even insured otherworldly senses couldn’t identify them. really, this was probably the safest he could be. so, he went, in a fancy suit he probably couldn’t afford, and a bird mask because he was like that, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the clumsy, pretty blonde who had been haunting his thoughts lately. even if he knew he wouldn’t recognize her under the spell, maybe once it was lifted . . . nils stepped into the room, and it was like a haze fell over him, like . . . a warm high. his gaze tracked around the room until it landed on someone he felt like he recognized. either way, she was dressed to the nines, his gaze appreciatively roaming up and down. a waiter passed by with flutes of champagne, and nils managed to take two. he walked over, sidling up to her with a glass held out. “i thought you might need this. can’t imagine you’ve gotten a moment of peace dressed like that.” ( @gracexbachmann​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

happy birthday grace. (on the rooftop, french imported cigarettes, café au lait, french wine, croissant, baguette,  and enough money for whatever tattoo she wanted and whatever tattoo she wanted on him) ( @gracexbachmann ) it’s no paris, but it’s as close as i can get right now.

[bvttlebcrn]

ever since nils and judah had discovered their connection, he’d been actively trying to spend more time with his witch. he was almost desperate to do well, to prove his worth in at least one matter of life. he could be useful, if nothing else. he didn’t really know how to do that, though, so it mostly consisted of him spending time around the bachmann residence, waiting for his witch to come home and get to work. 

that was exactly what he was doing now, with some of mrs. bachmann’s famous latkes stacked on a plate in front of him. his head shot up when he heard someone coming through the door, even a similar gait to judah’s. when he saw who was coming around the corner, nils immediately tried to look casual, unbothered. he was eager to see judah, not . . . not his cousin, for any reason. he definitely wasn’t still thinking of the kiss they shared the night of the masquerade. he could be casual. “hey,” he threw out, trying to seem uninterested, even if he was immediately tuned to every sound she could possibly make. ( @gracexbachmann​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

after his first appearance at the bachmann household, brought by judah of course, the bachmann matriarch had insisted that he come over whenever he was hungry. nils was hungry a lot. so, he became a frequent face around their house, often known to come in without invitation and not say anything to anyone right away. mrs. bachmann teased that he must be a blackhole or something since he ate so much but never gained any weight. if he could, nils would explain the amount of calories flying actually takes, but that would be far too revealing. 

and so, there he was, indulging in his favorite latkes, when a complete stranger just strolled into the house calling judah’s name. nils kept eating but regarded her with suspicion. “state your business, and i might tell you where judah is.” ( @gracexbachmann​ )