#grayflown

[ingolds-archived]

     bass thumps in his ears, rattling his bones, and not for the first time, theo wonders what he’s doing here - if they shouldn’t call it a night already and try to get some rest. the approaching full moon is making him edgy, like his skin is just a little too tight, and there are people constantly knocking into him despite his height, lighting bolts of DRUNK and WANT skittering over his skin. clubs aren’t ever his scene, full of too many people and the emotions they sweat out like it’s going out of fashion, but he’d decided to push himself into another comfort zone for once. sue him. it’s a relief when they’re let into the VIP area - high payers only, thank you very much - and sinks into one of the empty couches, darkness and slightly less noise blessing them. he scrubs a hand down his face, gaze cutting to the only other person in this section they don't seem thrilled, either.

     “ hey - think i could bum one? ” they ask, gesturing at the flame-orange tip bobbing in the low lighting. they look just as edgy as him, and he quirks an uneven grin, flashing teeth. it doesn’t hurt to be friendly. “ next drink’s on me. ”

@grayflown​

[stygicniron]

grayflown asked:

“ we’re a good team, you know. “

Lost Meme -- @grayflown

Nico’s legs feel like jello. That had been a lot of goons they’d just fought through. He’d lost count as soon as fists and improvised weapons starting swinging. At least no one was dumb enough to start firing a gun amidst all that chaos but that only meant his body ached rather than him being dead. Even so, he’d summoned some ghostly aid about half-way through the fight, long dead mobsters rising to answer his calling, and after that the fight became more of a blur.

This means that now, not only does he feel physically tired, but his powers are a bit tapped too. Catching himself against one of the support poles of the warehouse, Nico nods a little. “Oh good.”

[demonstigma]

@grayflown​ sent in: ❝  you have more of a reputation than you might think.  ❞ || conversational starters

                  “That’s not always a good thing, I’ve learned.”

     Kage states, taking a long sip of the drink between them but keeping his eyes trained on the other. It is a surprising statement because his exploits against the Bat are more known in Gotham than Blüdhaven . But he is not in costume...and neither is the other, so he has no idea what he might be referring to. The civilian persona seems likely.

            “You don’t appear to be a jilted ex-employee of mine, so I wonder if you can enlighten me on this reputation.”

[compluras]

EUPHORIA DIALOGUE PROMPTS

@grayflown​ : " should i be concerned? " for Leo c:

          ❛   nah,   ❜   he says immediately, hand waving grayson’s concern away. expression pulled in a display of confusion at the idea that it would even be anything to worry about. a charade. brown eyes fix downward at the rich wood of the bar, rag wiping at nothing in particular — he’d already cleaned. a shrug rocks shoulder and he moves to toss rag over his shoulder. there’s a quick sigh and he straightens, as if the past few moments had never even happened. brown gaze has a spark in it once more as he flashes a bright smile at the other.   ❛   you come to my bar to ask me questions or to get a drink ?   ❜

[stygicniron]

grayflown asked:

" you don't have to talk to me, if you don't want to. we can just sit together. "

Lost Meme -- @grayflown

Nico nods a little, head drooping even as he fights his hardest to remain upright. He hadn’t meant to shadow travel to Bludhaven-- which he only figured out that’s where he was after he got there--but now that he’s there, he is going to have to rest for a bit before he can move again. He’s lucky that this masked person found him rather than something much worse. Then again, he’s not entirely sure the masked figure can be trusted either. Nico’s heard some not great things about Bludhaven.

[darknessin]

&& @grayflown​​ asked back on graysons old olds solo blog but i finally drafted it:  “ that’s really beautiful man, you ever just write stuff down ? ”  

               technically, he writes everything down. every thought of the day, every observation of his experiment. the fear expressed by criminals and the concern expressed by civilians, even additional notes on gordon’s tone of speech that could be viewed differently than meant by those unaware of his thought process. singular grape placed past his lips, glasses tilting down the bridge of his nose as he glances downwards. 

            “ --maybe. “