#daniel and grace.

[slasharch]

he had kept his distance. after everything she'd went through, he was sure that grace wouldn't want to see him. in fact, she'd have good reason to never talk to daniel again. they'd went their separate ways. the remaining le domas starting on his path of getting sober, and using the family fortune to help where he could. no charity work or donations would make up for what he and his kin had done, but at least he was doing something good. leaving grace with a phone number she could reach him at, that was the last time he tried to interfere with her life, giving her the choice of contacting him, if she ever needed anything. tonight, she did.

daniel approaches the door hesitantly, fist hovering, man debating his presence here. he forces himself to knock before taking a step back, hands in his pockets, only glancing back again when he hears the door open. trying not to stare, eyes touch hers for own for a moment before they settle on a point behind her head. 'long time, no see,' are his first words. they sound lame, but he doesn't know what else to say. 'i was surprised to hear from you, actually, but it's... good. to see you, grace,' @neverafters.

[nostlgic]

the wedding was finalized, and now, there was nothing daniel could do about it. even with the multitude of chances he’d had to tell grace not to marry his brother, the alcoholic chose to stay silent until those chances ran out. it’s better this way. he’s already married, himself, after all, and grace — well, alex was better for her, anyway.

both suvs filled with the le domas family park on the dirt driveway, daniel stepping out from the passenger seat to stand in front of the cabin they’d all be sharing for a week ( trust him — he tried to get out of it; the last thing he wanted was to be trapped somewhere with parents and siblings that resented his existence ). he glances to his side when grace pops up, ignoring the inner reaction to their proximity in favor of shaking his head at their circumstances. ‘fucking fantastic, right?’ he mumbles, hiding the words from the others as they made their way forward. ‘good thing there’s expensive booze inside,’     @killjoysanonymous​.

[terr1fy]

GRACE LE DOMAS:  THIS SHIT DON’T LOOK GOOD.

a dry laugh escaped from daniel’s throat,  amber liquid in his glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim.    he didn’t look at her  (  couldn’t,  really  ),  instead choosing to fixate on the way the moonlight hit the suffocating wood paneling of the family estate,  now mostly burned to the ground.    ‘understatement of the century,  grace,’    he muttered.  his tie was loosened,  eyes rimmed with a bloodshot kind of cynicism that had been fermenting since he was old enough to hold a shotgun.    ‘this shit is  -  was  -  a centuries old tradition that put my entire family into the grave.  and thank god,  because we were just a family of rich pricks,  grace  ;  we were an infection.  a virus that plagued literally very inch of this estate,  and more,’    he took a long pull from the whiskey he seemed to get from no where,  glancing at grace from the corner of his eyes.    ‘it all deserved to burn.  i probably should have,  too,’ @stilloves.

[gamedrunk]

                   ‘ also, i wanted to be able to love. and we all know how that one goes, don’t we? ’     @gamebait​.