#cafegraces

[gccdstories]

@cafegraces (Gwyn) sent an ask to (Azriel) //

“Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead to greater ones.”

That had been a lesson that Azriel had taken decades to even remotely learn. To experience even the smallest of joys without a hammer of grief or loss to take it all away crashing down right afterwards. To make that teeny tiny moment almost pointless, meaningless, like it had never existed in the first place.

And even now, even after centuries in this world, after countless wars, and battles, after losing friends and slaying enemies...

It was still a lesson that didn't seem very real to the Shadowsinger.

He glanced over at Gwyn, eyebrow raised ever so slightly, his dark eyes watching her. Watched the way the light would hit her, the way her body moved as she'd trained, the way she held herself stronger each and every day that passed...

❝ But not everyone always deserves joy, Gwyn. Even the small ones. ❞

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢  december blythe → @cafegraces : ❝ i bet it's even better than in my head.  ❞

a soft giggle bubbles up her throat, nudging the other woman's shoulder lightly with her own, " i hope you are talking about this cake i am making you. " she teases, a grin taking over her features, eyebrows lifting suggestively. " seriously though, it might sound nice, but it has to taste amazing ! these judges are no joke, trust me. " another laugh, moving to crouch in front of the oven, battling the urge to open the door to check on the sponge. " you don't think strawberry lemonade is too... basic a flavour ? i mean, i know the theme was summer but maybe i should think of something interesting for the icing. " her thumb finds its way to her lips, teeth finding the edge of her nail, a nervous habit she had not yet managed to kick.

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢  harlem azar → @cafegraces : ❝ what a coincidence.  ❞

his head jerks up at the sound of the familiar voice, ignoring the shot of pain across his shoulders at the movement. " you've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. " he mutters beneath his breath, eyes closing for a beat, inhaling a deep breath. " harlem. a coincidence is one word for it. " a tight smile curves the corners of his lips, head tilting as he takes her in. " i see med school worked out for you then ! i'm told this is the best damn place in the world for me. that true ? " his head tilts as he asks, ignoring the pain from the injury that landed him in this ridiculous position in the first place as he settles back into his seat, at least trying to appear as though he was getting comfortable.

[gracefallen]

@cafegraces [ nancy wheeler ] sent  :   “ you are so blonde. ” /   ♡  

lips form a pout , eyes widening when he looks up at her , aiming for a sad , puppylike expression. " hey ! " he muses , acting offended even though he knows he can't be. she's spent what feels like hours trying to walk him through this now. and he knows that he hasn't exactly been helpful with it all. " look , i am trying , okay ? promise . just --- can you explain it all again ? more slowly this time ? i won't make any silly remarks ... " despite that being almost impossible for him. fingers reach across the table , attempting to reach for her as he leans slightly closer. " please ? "

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢  musa han → @cafegraces : ❝ i didn't think you'd find me.  ❞

the roll of his eyes is forced, but he is intent on keeping up this exhausting charade until she is no longer in danger. " ah, here we go. questioning my natural talent from the get go, hm ? " moving slowly, he reaches out for her, taking as much of her weight as he could manage in their current position. " that's it. i've got you. " he murmurs gently, ignoring the fact that his usual sarcasm has slipped through the cracks, replaced with deep and unwelcome concern for the woman currently cradled in his arms. " doesn't this feel awfully familiar ! " though he is painfully aware of how flat his joke falls, he focuses on the task of getting them out of this shit hole alive. " i'm gonna need your help if we're getting out of here, yeah ? keep an eye on that side, let me know if anyone's coming. "

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢  dorian havilliard → @cafegraces : ❝ all the silence just makes it worse.  ❞

these moments of lucidity are rare, he knows he should take advantage of the time he has. knows that they will both slip away again at a moment's notice. but the words -- they cause an ache deep within his chest, a pain almost physical, like his heart is missing a piece. " yes. " he murmurs back carefully, taking a small step closer to the prince. " but you are here, you came back. you must keep coming back. " his gaze drags up to meet the other man's, his own wide. " keep fighting. fill the silence, if you must. if it ... helps. " a distant part of him knows that someone used to do that for him, but the memory is fleeting, slipping through his fingers like water the longer they keep him under like this. " keep fighting. "

[razedhellaa]

( @cafegraces ) allison > daisy : this could be a very bad idea.

lips press into a thin line, finishing up the last of the trap & carefully climbs down the makeshift tower of boxes & chairs she made in order to draw the devil's trap on the ceiling. " well . . . unless you have a better one, " Daisy nods her head at the tower as she reaches towards the top to start dismantling it, getting rid of the only clue for the demon to look up & notice what they've done. " help me clean this up so we can get ready & exorcise this fucker. "