#apartofthegrey

[woolfcried]

         there’s apprehensive in the woman’s-- though old as she was, she still had the TEMPERAMENT of a girl, even a maiden-- features as she settled in the chair, trying not to fixate too much on her dress hemline and whether it was suitable for meeting someone NEW or the purple ribbon kept around her neck. she tangled her fingers together to busy herself before nerissa eventually glanced up. ‘can i ask what you do for a LIVING?’

         her amber eyes FIXATED on them, squinting in an attempt to see if they were a mundie or something else entirely.

@apartofthegrey ( blind date starter call. )

[letaliisms-blog]

( &. @apartofthegrey based on this plot )

          FOR AS LONG AS AVA COULD REMEMBER, she had been having dreams that seem to have some sort of theme to them. it usually involved her wearing a chiton, sitting on a throne like a goddess and being revered and worshipped as one as well. she dreamt about other people too; in a sort of throne room, where they all sat mighty and powerful. it confused her greatly as a child, but now, she had grown to ignore it. they were just dreams, her brother aaron had said. dreams don’t mean anything. and so, ava continued to live her life normally without a care about those dreams. the last time she had a dream was at the age of sixteen, then they stopped for three years, and they continued again just a few weeks ago. it bothered her greatly and was the cause for her lack of sleep. the blonde took a sip from the to-go coffee cup she held in her hand as she walked quickly to the building of the fashion magazine she worked at, when she stopped suddenly in her tracks, getting the feeling that she was being watched. she looked around the crowd of people, a small frown between her brows, before she shook it off as paranoia, and began to head inside the building.

[preciouscrextures]

@apartofthegrey

  WHY HAD she bothered to get a gift for someone like Jude? Now as she stood on his doorstep, Octavia eyed the presents in her hand with doubt. Would he read too much into this? Hell, what had she even meant by getting him anything, to begin with? Too late to turn back now, the Medium heard the click of the door lock and was left no choice but to face the situation - she even managed a smile. “Merry Christmas, Jude.” Whatever they had, strange and complicated as it was, it had brought her to his doorstep just the same. She handed him his presents; beautiful cufflinks, an outdoor excursion for himself and a friend and finally, she had adopted an animal on his behalf. 

Opening the door, the last person he’d expected but had secretly hoped to see on the other side was Octavia Dawson. Their relationship had definitely become…interesting to say the least. He didn’t know what to call it really. Friends? Friends with benefits? Friend-ish people with benefits? It was all too complicated to try and label, so they didn’t. But whatever it was made it damn hard for him to look for a gift for her. Jude didn’t know if he should get her something funny or serious, or semi-romantic…so he just decided to go with a little bit of everything. He got her a necklace that had her favorite gemstone going around in a simple circle, so there was nothing to read into there. He got her a pair of heels and sneakers, and he’d bought her tickets to this big festival that was going on in a few weeks for her and her friends. The card on the gifts read: “ you’re not terrible to hang out with… J. ” He accepted Octavia’s gifts and smiled, inviting her inside while still feeling a bit surprised. ❝ Thanks….You too, Octavia. I’ve uh…got some gifts for you too… ❞ Jude said softly, setting the gifts down with a small smile. It was weird for him, calling her by her first name. He opened the envelope that had the outdoor excursion in it; ❝ Wanna come with me to this? ❞ he asked, not catching himself before he spoke. Why was Octavia the first person Jude wanted to go on this little adventure with? In an effort to change the subject quickly he took the puppy out of her hands and held it, scratching under her chin with a smile. She was cute. ❝ Uh…Thanks for the puppy too, Dawson. Is she a mix or? ❞

[theeltons]

@apartofthegrey

DID CHRISTMAS apply in an apocalypse? Even if it didn’t, on Christmas day, as soon as the redhead opened her eyes she crept towards her chosen hiding place, carefully withdrawing two packages from the loose floorboard. Rather than decorated, shiny wrapping paper, she’d had to make do with a newspaper. Months of scavenging had lead to this and Freya hoped that the gifts would be worth it - there was something important in seeing Jack smile. She had found a Polaroid camera that would print photos as he took them and for her second gift, he would unwrap a pair of walkie-talkies, so that they could both communicate when apart. “Merry Christmas, Jack.” The young female purred.

The night prior had Jack a tired wreck. Not only did they have to fight off some zombies in order to safely return home, but they had a rather tense run in with some of the rogue survivors. The ones that weren’t so friendly and Jack didn’t quite like the way they were eyeing Freya. He knew rogues like that, the ones that were deprived of not only sleep and food, but love. and well sex. They had that little tick in their eye, a certain redness beneath black orbs and a disgustingly sweet smile. 

But it was all ok, because they’d made it home safely -- to his penthouse that required them to walk up way too many stairs but kept unwanted visitors from appearing at their doorsteps. The electricity that was still running (thanks to a surviving group that camped out by the generators, somehow managing to make a makeshift home from that industrial building ) made things still seem slightly normal within the confines of his marble walls. It wasn’t until he felt and emptiness in his arm and a lack of bodily warmth behind him that he abruptly woke. He’d gotten so used to the female that sleep no longer found him unless she was in his arms. 

His body only relaxed when his eyes took in the young female beside him, eyes softening as he leaned in to steal a soft kiss. He pulled her closer, chuckling as he noticed the newspaper wrapped gift. “you know you really didn’t have to.” He murmured as he sat up, ruffling his hair before unwrapping the present. “Let’s see, what’s santa’s sexy little helper brought me.” he teased. 

He could only smile as he unwrapped a polaroid camera, bringing the instrument up to his eyes as he snapped a picture of the red head, beautifully laying in the sheets. “I love it,” he smiled, before setting down the camera and picking up the walkie-talkies, “so we’ll never be apart eh.” he teased, before setting it down and edging closer to her so that his body was atop of hers, hands slipping beneath her shirt to play with the edges of her panties while his lips landed soft pecks up her neck. “you know you didn’t have to do all this, all I really need is you.” he murmured, “might’ve preferred you all wrapped up.” he teased. 

[theeltons]

     THE END of winter was a wondrous time for all; it marked new beginnings, where the soil that had once been rich held the promise of being so once again. There wasn’t a better way to celebrate, in Oliver’s humble opinion, than in being with his betrothed and family. In the morning, in the sitting room where they would all gather, the Lord’s son had no doubt that Belle would be awake before the rest. Seeing her come through the entry way, he was up in moments, offering a bow. “For you,” the male said, offering two gifts; one being beautifully made hair ornaments and the other, a book he had heard her admiring, one she hadn’t had occasion to read.

[etherealmeliorism-blog]

Guns for Hands

@apartofthegrey

Her mother couldn’t have endured another minute in the oppressive silence. It carried the weight of a burden far larger than what she was capable of shouldering. But her mother had tried and when she could take no more of it she sent Odette to a mental institution. She remembered the tears that had choked her mother’s voice as she packed her a suitcase not even one week after Odette had turned eleven. Her mother had prattled on with a note of forced cheer about how she would have better care being with people that understood her. Odette had seen the lies. There was no hope of something better for her, and when her mother fell to her knees begging for her to speak Odette hadn’t answered.

Of those boarded at the institution Odette was one of few constants, and in the four years since she had been admitted as a patient she’d made no progress towards her release. She was not willful like those children that fought the orderlies tooth and nail, but she was as defiant as them in her silence. Her words were rare, and her interest in others nonexistent. It was a simple thing to forget her -- to think of her as little more than an emotionless doll. But she had her secrets, and one such secret had scurried itself under a couch in the common comfort room. Odette approached the stranger that had seated herself there. She was one of the newer patients from that morning’s group session. Her name though Odette hadn’t bothered with.

“Move.” There was no hint of emotion in her voice when she spoke, and it stripped her words of the notion of aggression. “Your feet are in the way.” Her blue eyes sharpened then flickered with a sudden alertness as a tufted ear peered out from under the couch. Without warning Odette dropped onto her knees, her cheek lowered to the floor as she scanned the short space between it and the couch. There with tail twitching and his eyes bright a squirrel laid in waiting. Her mouth curled in the barest hint of a smile, and she tapped her fingers. Charlie was as quick to respond to her. He scrambled into her open palm, and she sat then with her legs crossed as she stroked him with two fingers. The occupant of the couch at that point had been all but forgotten.

[brokenxbeautyxx]

 OCTAVIA DIDN’T often give gifts, mostly because she had very few people close to her heart. Samuel was one of those few and that morning, dressed to shield herself against the cold the Medium walked the streets to his front door, knocking and waiting impatiently. She held three presents in her hand; one was a surprisingly stylish Christmas jumper, the second a wristwatch and the third a little vial. Though he never said it, she was certain she could see his doubt, his wish to forget all he had learned - that was exactly what the vial would do, should he drink the contents of it. “Merry Christmas.”

The lengthy male had been passed out along the couch in the living room when there was a knock at the door. “What the fuck.” Groaning, he ran a hand over his face before slowly sitting up. “Mmm. I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold up.” Honestly, he wasn’t sure what time it was or who was at his door, but he knew it better be good. Snatching his pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, Samuel made quick work of placing one of the sticks between his lips and lighting the end. Taking a painfully long drag, he finally made his way to the front door. “Tavi?” Lifting a brow, he looked the olive skinned beauty over before nodding his head. “Shit, Christmas already?” He smirked, before stepping aside for her to enter. “Good thing I wrapped your shit last night.” Exhaling, he ran a hand through his messy hair and closed the door behind her. “Look, before we get to the gift opening, would it be cool if I got a coffee real quick?” He question pointing over his shoulder at the kitchen. “It’ll be real fast. I just have a killer headache.” Leave it to Sam to not give two shits about exchanging gifts right away. “Plus, I’m excited for you to open on of your gifts.” It was something he’d spent days trying to find. It wasn’t easy to get a hold of and he sure as hell wasn’t sure what color to get it in. But, he finally narrowed it down and was rather proud of himself.

[brokenxbeautyxx]

    SCRATCHING HIS chin, Luther’s eyes finally swept up to meet Elizabeth’s face. “I know it’s not the greatest Christmas,” they were in the middle of nowhere, hiding, without even a Christmas tree. Still, somehow, he had made sure he could get her a present. “But this is for you…” He held it out, a small box. Inside was a silver necklace, interwoven with peculiar symbols. The hunter waited until the siren, the woman he loved, drew the chain out of the black box. “It’s to protect from evil and bad luck.” Luther provided the explanation; a year ago, he would not have been capable of such a thing; all supernatural creatures were, he believed, inherently evil. “Merry Christmas, Elizabeth.” The male said, a surprising warmth in his voice.

 The siren was returning to the living area with hot coca in tow, when Luther caught her completely off guard. “Wait, what? I thought we promised each other no gifts.” Honestly, Elizabeth had been so worried with hiding and making sure they were both safe that the holiday had nearly slipped her mind.  “Luther, you didn’t have to get me anything..” But at the sight of the box, her heart did a little flutter. It warmed her to know that through all the madness he still thought of something special. Just for her. Placing their chocolaty treat down on the coffee table, she lowered herself on the edge of it. “Oh my god.. Luther..” Letting out a soft sigh, she lifted the silver chain from the box. “It’s stunning..” Her emerald hues flickered between the hunter and the necklace, her lips twisting upward into a gentle smile. Inching forward, the redhead shifted from the table onto the human’s lap. “I can’t thank you enough for this.. Seriously, it’s perfect.” Placing her free hand on his cheek, she leaned in and brushed her nose against his.  Gazing into his icy hues, she couldn’t contain the endless rush of affection that was pulsing through her in this moment. It floored her that after everything they’d been through, after all the trouble she’d put him through, that he loved her. “You continue to amaze me.. And I’ll never understand why you’ve stuck around but I’m so happy you have.” Closing the distance between them, she pressed a kiss against his lips before pulling back just enough to speak. “I love you..”