#goodmangrey

[robscheeren]

The new look @speed0023 #porsche #cayenne #goodmangrey #GTS #pirelli #pzero #oneofakind (at Exclusive Body Werks)

[spellslingereva-blog]

[frozenfaeriequeen]

"goodman-grey​ started following frozenfaeriequeen"

-curious, interested look-

Hello there.

Who, might I ask, are you?

[ goodman-grey ]

[spellslingereva-blog]

Grey's eyes flicked up at meet Eva's.. She was a stranger. More to the point, she was dead. "I'm almost positive you chose the wrong person," he said, "If you're looking for a wizard, I'm not one."

Eva’s ghost nodded slowly, “I see that… how strange… he should have been here…” Her brows knit, time and place was starting to get hazy. “Forgive me.”

[goodman-grey]

Unknown || Murphy x Grey

One of the men was with the newcomer, this one she recognized, he was a familiar face, one of the daily ones… One of the mean ones. A blade bisected that face and his body shook, held off the ground on the scythe that pierced it. Grey lowered the blade and the corpse slid off with a wet thud. His body rippled as bullets forced their way out. He shifted his body to remove the damage, reknitting organs, trying to keep his blood pumping, His eyes were still shining in the dark. The blade slowly shifted black into a blood drenched arm. He then did something completely unusual and… He showed genuine emotion. Pain and sadness creased his features. “Karrin…” This wasn’t the woman he’d known. Not the woman he’d been told was someone worthy to fight alongside… Someone who stood with Dresden and fought as his equal. The bastards had driven her to THIS. The sadness mixed with rage. The corpses he’d left behind him weren’t enough. The woman had been art, and they’d USED that art, BROKEN it like it meant NOTHING. Bleed them. Skin them. Feast upon it. MAKE THEM BURN FOR THIS. He fought the thoughts back. God, how long had it been since he’d heard those urges? How long since he’d felt enough genuine, uncontrolled emotion? He maintained his composure, regaining it smoothly. "Karrin. My name is Goodman Grey. Harry Dresden sent me." He added weight to that name. If anything could mean something to her, it was that. "You know me, Karrin… Remember? We screwed Nicodemus over, you and I. And I tried to get dinner out of you." He forced a smile, "Please… Please remember."

[tiny-fierce]

The blonde shifted beneath the cot, she let her face come out just slightly. Her eyes were still blank. Unseeing. The colour looked impossibly flat like someone had stolen all of the tones away and left just... paint bucket fill, blue.

She couldn't see him.

"...what's Karrin?" Came the tiny voice. He kept saying that. He kept talking at her and using that word and she didn't understand what it meant. The significance. Should she know it? Understand it?

She took a shaking breath and ducked back under the cot again, hiding from him.

goodman-grey

[acrusadeagainststupid]

Levels of Wit

harry: you've got a tiny dick

grey: your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries

[acrusadeagainststupid]

[acrusadeagainststupid]

Harry's respect for Goodman Grey has just increased a thousand fold.

Congratulations