#{c: grayson}

[callme-cat]

CATHERINE

Where: Delia’s Cafe

When: Early Afternoon

Who: Grayson

Cat loved the mornings where she could get all of her work done, leaving her afternoons free. This particular afternoon, she found herself drawn toward Delia’s Cafe. It had been a minute since she’d dropped by but something about the aroma wafting from the door was calling to her like a siren song. “Erm... what’s good here?”

@gpierce​

[veritydedominicis]

closed starter for @graysoneldridge​ // location: grayson’s apt

Her hand hovered over the buzzer, a moment of hesitation in which Verity wondered what exactly she was in front of the door of Grayson’s apartment at two in the morning. She didn’t know him, not really — letters and tweets could only tell so much about a person. And even then, they were a carefully constructed image, a collage glued together by how a person wanted to present themselves and how they thought of themselves, rather than the reality.  

Yet she had texted him after her confrontation with Nate. 

Not Leslie, or Avery, but Grayson Eldridge, a man she’d barely spoken to at the engagement party. She who practically jumped through hoops of fire and bent every which way to avoid talking about herself, standing at the door of a near stranger after a conversation that had left her cold and shaking. All she knew was that he seemed warm — not the wildfire that Nate carried, but rather a steady flame, the fire that roasted chestnuts on Christmas Day. And maybe that was explanation enough in a night that had already seen too many truths. Verity pressed the buzzer, biting her lip lightly as she waited. 

[nateblackwood]

text → grayson

Nate: Hey

Nate: So as it turns out, I might actually be interested in hearing a little more about this nonprofit work.

[emmycahillarchive]

WHERE: the beach house. new years day. WHO: @grayfischer​ & emmy.

The dawn of a new day brought with it, for some, the chance to start over. To make the day better than the one before it. For Emmy, however, it had only seemed to make things worse. She’d snuck out of Jaime’s motel room almost immediately after he’d fallen asleep and walked home, still a little drunk, which hadn’t been her best idea. But she’d made it home, anyway, and that was what mattered right? The blackness of night still clung to the sky despite the early hours of the morning and as she’d looked up at the beach house, she found she couldn’t yet go inside. She didn’t want to face Winnie. She didn’t want to face Grayson. She definitely didn’t want to face herself. So, she’d sat out on the beach, her shoes beside her, knees pulled up to her chest, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon. When Grayson’s texts came in, she knew she’d reached the end of her borrowed time and, brushing the sand off her clothes, made the trek inside like a prisoner headed to their execution.

She found Gray in the kitchen standing before a pot of nearly-boiling water and for a split second, she felt okay. She had Grayson, her anchor through every storm, and that was never going to change. But he’d left her. And then there was that small Feliks thing... She couldn't help but feel like she'd been left out of the loop lately, and it bugged her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she peeked over his shoulder at the pot on the stove. “Hey,” she said, and then took a few steps back, trying to keep his face in her line of sight as she asked, “Hey, so, random question, but do you know someone named Feliks?”

[jenbrookhart]

Location: Jane Brookhart’s Dorm Date: March 22 Time: Post-Game (closed for @graysonsharpe​) Jane’s side of the room reminds Jen of her room from home, although smaller. She still has the same lilac comforter and accent pillows on her bed, and the same framed photographs. She’s collected some new things since leaving Georgia obviously, but it’s weirdly familiar for being in a dorm in Nashville. As Jane and Jackson work on grabbing snacks from the ensuite kitchen, Jen takes the time to look at the pictures of Jane and her new friends tacked onto the wall. 

They don’t recognize any of them and the realization is shocking enough to make them feel a little dizzy. They used to be so intertwined in each other’s lives that Jen pretty much knew the names of all Jane and Jackson’s friends, their birthdays, their parents names, etc. Jane and Jackson are still like that, while Jen is off in South Carolina, living a completely separate life from them. Tearing their gaze from the walls, they move to stand by Grayson’s side and give his hand a squeeze. “Thanks for coming with me. Sorry, it’s not going to much of a celebration tonight,” They sigh.

It’s not like Jen’s surprised, though they won’t tell the twins that, defeating the Ravens is a rare opportunity, one that the Foxes or Terrapins almost never get themselves. Still, they hoped the Terrapins might get lucky this time. Jane and Jackson are obviously crushed, but they’re still trying to stay cheerful for Jen and Grayson. Hopefully they don’t get the routine “I’m disappointed in you” phone call from their dad. 

Jackson comes back in the room with a bowl of popcorn and grin that looks obviously strained and sad. “Jane’s just heating up a frozen pizza,” He explains before plopping down on the edge of his twin’s bed and grabbing a handful of popcorn. 

“But while she’s gone, I need to have a talk with you, Grayson,” Jackson begins and puts on a stern face that makes Jen roll their eyes. “Last time I saw you my little sibling was crying at the banquet, and while I’m real glad that’s all fixed now, I thought I should let you know that if you ever hurt them again, I’ll kill you,” Jackson threatens lowly, but Jen knows him enough to see how forced it all is. They’re pretty sure their brother has never punched someone in his life, unless it was on the court.

“No, he won’t,” Jen tells Grayson with a breathy, nervous laugh. “He likes to pretend like he’s all tough when we all know you’re really a big softy,” Jen turns to Jackson with a pointed look.

[musexmadness]

                                         [Grayson & Via]

His shift was over. Finally. Grayson sighed in relief, at the prospect to having time for a drink. The last twenty-four hours had him far too busy for his taste. Besides, the case was simple. Husband murdered the wife. It was always the husband, luckily Grayson had a way with people and was able to get a confession. Now, he roamed around, looking for any bar that wasn’t too loud. He hated to be around people. Walking through the main part of town, Grayson kept his gaze forward. His arm ached, urging him to go help those who were currently being attacked by vampires. It was his duty to save them and kill the soulless creature, but honestly? He enjoyed his scotch more. He continued walking but paused when he heard a faint whisper begging for help. “Damnit.” He gritted his teeth and made his way toward the sound. After roaming through side streets and alleys he wasn’t surprised to see a familar blonde. “You know what I don’t understand?” He said as a greeting, stopping a few feet away from the vampire. “Why you lot feel the need to drain every ounce.”

@wickedxchaos​

[mccraysydney]

Location: The Foxhole Court Date: Friday, March 8 Time: 8:30 am, after morning practice  Staus: Closed for @graysonsharpe​

Sydney shouldn’t have been surprised, really. Foxwatch posted something about a podcast digging up Grayson’s past and doing a series on it for the next few weeks. And yet, when she read about it her reaction was shock. She was angry that people would go so far as to dig up old news just so more people could learn about something someone wanted to forget about. It reminded her of how angry she was when she was a child. Every feeling she felt back then came rushing back but tenfold. This was happening to someone she had known and it felt wrong that it was happening at all. 

The last thing she wanted to do was ambush Grayson; try to push her own past on him in some attempt to say ‘Hey, I get it. You can talk to me.’ So instead, she did the next best thing. After practice that morning she waited in the hall until she saw him leave the locker room. Sydney pushed off of the wall she was leaning on and smiled at him. 

“Hey. Wanna grab something in the dining hall?” It was simple, an invitation with no strings attached. He could say no and she’d be okay with it. She dangled her keys in between them. “I can drive.” 

[waveofstars]

@enj-rps liked for a starter !!

     His hands were blackened by grease, a gross feeling to some, but a nostalgic one for him. It reminded him of the days he worked at a garage in his small town, fixing cars just to pass the paycheck off to his mother. His hard work felt fulfilling then, even if he was only sixteen at the time. Now it just felt as if his hands didn’t know anything else – work, work, work. That’s all they did.

     He rubbed them on the back of his jeans and squinted his eyes as he looked over at his friend. Grayson never minded helping them – hell, he preferred they did rather than get ripped off by some lousy mechanic. Yet, he couldn’t help but tease.

    “Does that make this three or four times now?” he questioned stepping towards them, thinking back to the times he fixed their vehicle, “You know, I’m starting to feel abused here. Thinking you only keep me around to fix your stuff.”