#{threads:grace}

[resident-of-evil]

"You weren't meant to see that." Ethan's almost bashful, tugging his sleeve down to cover the scars from when his hand had been stapled back to his wrist. - for Zeno or Grace - @diedindulvey

@diedindulvey || Grace Ashcroft

"Oh, that's - its okay." Grace was quick to reassure him. It was rude of her, probably, to have looked. She wondered, unable to help herself, what happened to him. "Sorry."

"I just meant that I'm not judging."

It wasn't as though it was unexpected, considering they were in the DSO 'victim support group'. It wasn't called that really, but Grace thought her description seemed more accurate. "Is... you don't have to talk about it. But is that why you're here?" Her hesitation bled through in the awkward way she posed the question.

In an attempt to smooth the conversation she lifted the sleeve of her t-shirt, showing the scarred bite mark it concealed.

[resident-of-evil]

Open starter || Grace Ashcroft

"H-hey. It's okay. You're safe." That was debatable, given the position they found themselves in. "You were having a nightmare." She explains sheepishly.

Grace moved slightly closer when it looked like they weren't about to lash out. "I'm sorry for waking you. It just... looked pretty bad." She finished lately, guilt edging into her voice.

[resident-of-evil]

@schwarzwaldcr liked this for a starter!

Stalker crossover au || Grace Ashcroft

If there was one thing Grace was good at it was running.

The wooded surroundings were unfamiliar as she tried to put a much distance between her and that horrible place behind her. She had never considered how disorientating being kidnap was. Any sense of time or location had been lost to her the moment she was knocked unconscious in Wrenwood.

She just needed to keep going. Grace crashes through the forest with little care for the noise of snapping foliage, too afraid to notice how silent the area around her was becoming.

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@sinnersguide

grace wasn't exactly sure why she had been called into this office. there were both goods and bads happening quite recently that could go either way for her. all the same, she walked in with the utmost respect for the other, sitting down in the chair opposite of them. "good morning; you wanted to see me?" legs crossed- one over the other, pushing the skirt further up the bookie's thighs. hand in hand, she pushed down the unsure nerves and let the other speak.