#pure-driven-snow

[masterofthespade]

@pure-driven-snow

There she stood, gazing up to the familiar silhouette darkening her doorway once more. Her grip tightened around the handle of her suitcase, unsure how to react - unsure how she wanted to react. She had almost let it slip her mind, she had almost let him slip her mind. Another person to apologise to upon her return. Yet, here she was. Returned, without any more of an idea to start than she had in the taxi back from the airport.

It suddenly all seemed... exhausting. The thoughts of her journey home sapped the last lingering strength from her fingers - luggage clattering to the floor as she offered a weary, "Hi, Maestro."

    How long had it been? How much had he changed since the last he saw Lucille? Probably so much that he was hardly recognizable, but deep down, he was still there, in some small ways. In other ways, someone, completely new. Smoothing his hair back with one hand, emerald eyes glistened as he tried a familiar smile. 

    “Hello my dear.” So soft, so gentle.. He could only offer three words. Somewhere inside his chest he felt muscles tighten, ache, and burn. Closing the gap, a shaking hand reached for hers, eventually shaking his head and pulling her in against his chest. 

[the-number-five-blog]

"Coffee...? Is someone else with you, sweetheart?"

“Yes coffee.” Five repeated, sighing a little. God this sucked. “Look. I have the money, you have what I want. What’s so difficult about this?” 

[doilooklikeihaveaplan]

Escape: Closed Starter

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It wasn’t proper etiquette for a cafe, but J could not just stay in his chair. He found it harder than ever to sit still. This was the first time he had ever gotten into such bad trouble that he had to leave Gotham so as not to be locked up. He had insisted that he go alone, it would be an adventure. Plus he didn’t need his guys lecturing him here too. He was supposed to be the one in charge, no matter if they were older and more experienced or not. He tried to keep it casual as he moved to the display case, inspecting the deserts. It had been three hours since he ate the last piece of candy he had brought with him and he was craving for a sugar fix. He gave a grin as his eyes met with the blue haired girl behind the counter. “Any recommendations? I’d lie if I said I wanted anything other than something sweet as possible.” He kept his face relaxed even as he chastised himself. That was in fact what he was looking for, but he spoke so carelessly about it and it had nothing to do with cake.

[masterofthespade]

@pure-driven-snow​:  🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries

    “You’re freezing to the touch Lucille.” A stern tone, one he had yet to use with her, but allowed his true feelings whatever start to bleed through. His list, a very curt, and short list, but one that was amended daily, couldn’t be compromised. “What did you even get up to? Ugh,” Lucifer groaned, wrapping the bandage around her midsection. “I’m thankful you came to me when all of this transpired, but regardless. If you’re going out at night, at least let me escort you or someone I trust home.” Trust: no, it was more of, ‘I pay you and if you screw up I have the ability to make your presence the past without much consideration.’

[the-number-five-blog]

Coffee | Lucille and Five

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“Well… Alright then.” While this wasn’t the strangest experience she’d had in the little café, a kid out by himself was definitely odd. Lucille was half expecting a frantic parent to run in looking for their son, as she finished ringing up the order. “Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll be over in a minute?”

“Fine ok.” Five said, looking around for the nearest seat, choosing one at the little bar attached to the counter. He sat up, legs dangling off the bar stool as he folded his arms on the counter to wait. God why was being young so frustrating. When he was 13 the first time he didn’t remember being questioned for every single decision he made. Yes his decisions now were more ‘adult’ if you called ordering coffee and being vaguely independent ‘adult’ but it still didn’t help with the questions. 

After a few moments he leaned over a little to try and see what the woman behind the counter was doing. “You know some of us don’t have all day to waste waiting for a cup of coffee.” 

[masterofthespade]

a cup of coffee

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The sunshine wasn’t exactly his best friend. It irritated the skin under his mask and made him sweat a bit more than he was comfortable with. Fortunately, Lucy was kind enough to text him the time and address. So wonderful, these things! I just follow this path and I’ll be there. He held the phone in the palm of his hand as the other carried his violin case. You have arrived. So soon? I was enjoying the walk. Turning his feet towards the shop, he looked up at the building before pushing in. There were only a few other customers there. 

Stepping in, he looked around, hidden under his hat before asking a bit loudly, “Lucille?” The musician tucked his phone into his jacket.

[nerdybirdboy]

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

sentence meme || @pure-driven-snow

Okay, this was the second time the barista came with advice. The first one had been innocent enough, but this was one step up. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine." He wasn't, but that wasn't unusual. Not for him or anyone else in his family. Though he would never discuss it with a stranger. He couldn't even if he wanted to. This was partly Red Robin related.

[nerdybirdboy]

"See, usually I wouldn't say anything but, ah--. Should you be drinking that much coffee, kiddo?" //hello there!

random ask || @pure-driven-snow

Tim needed a break from the Manor, so he had grabbed his laptop and went to one of his favourite cafes to do research there. It was that kind of research that didn't require the Bat Computer and wouldn't show any secrets if anyone stole a glance.

Having been out on patrol until early morning and then not caught much sleep, as usual, Tim needed caffeine to stay awake and focused. He was on his fourth double Americano when he heard someone speak to him, a voice he recognised. It was the barista. "Uhm... yeah, it's fine." Tim wasn't going to tell that he usually drank a lot more than this and kiddo... Dick called him that and it made him smile a little, connecting the word to his older brother. Though he was usually called a kid. Not his fault he looked more like twelve than seventeen. "And I'm not as young as I look." Why did he tell her that? Maybe to ease any possible worries she might have.