Rain and Lightning

Name: Thatcher Grace. I read, drink tea, and love a good nap. If you have sweets when you wake me up, you're going to avoid an untimely death. Yeah, I'm not a morning person. You can find me in my apartment (Grape 2, if you're looking), the cafe, library, and academy. (affiliated with Mamono Island)

[thatcher-grace]

“What happened to you?!”

“I thought I saw someone from my past, and I tripped down a hill when I was at the academy ruins.” Thatcher rubbed his forehead, blood streaking across his face. Thatcher couldn’t exactly figure out how to explain what he thought he saw to Bella. He was sure he would sound crazy. Besides, he didn’t want to worry her. He smiled up at her. 

“Let me give you a fair warning. Wear hiking shoes, and don’t run in the rain. Even if you think someone is chasing you.”

[bellarmina-marbella-greyling]

thatcher-grace:

Thatcher stared at the cat in her arms, so cute and sweet. It fit Bella. They looked like great friends. He didn’t know where to sit, so he stood there and stared. There were a hundred things he wanted to say. But Thatcher didn’t know where to begin. How could he?

“I hope I’m just seeing things. I really want it to be nothing more. I just…can’t get it out of my head. Seeing her there was awful.” He took a deep shuddering breath. Thatcher shook his head and tried to focus on something more pleasant. Instead, he decided to reach out and give Blake a pat on the head. He hadn’t met her before.

Bella patted the space on the couch next to her after he patted Blake. “Victoria’s gonna be upset that you smell like another cat.” She joked a little, “Yeah Blake? Your too cute for people to resist.” She kissed the top of the cat’s head, earning a small “mew” from the cat.

“Do you want to stay over for the night? It’s not easy to sneak up on me and…” She paused for a second, “Well, now that Kaoru’s gone, I have a spare room and lots of blankets. You could even bring Victoria over if you wanted”

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher watched the two together, remembering his first days with Victoria. Back when she could still fit on the palm of his hand. He sat beside Bella. “She’s pretty understanding,” he said. “She’s been upset lately, so I think she’ll let me off easy.” She’d been upset because of him. His inability to sit down or sleep very long had driven Victoria to desperate measures to try and perk him up.

“I...I would like that a lot, if you wouldn’t mind. Victoria loves sleepovers, and I can just sleep on the couch or the floor if that’s easier.”

[thehurtinghealer]

thatcher-grace:

“Sorry. I learned most of my cooking tips from the ghosts who hung around our house. One of my favorites, Clara, taught me almost everything I know about cooking. Remind me to bake you a welcome to the neighborhood cherry pie. It’s delicious,” he said, chuckling to himself. “Though my kitchen does tend to have a little more action in terms of magic when baking.”

“You and me both. I’ve hardly found anyone to exchange spell books with. And it’s great to find a new friend. Even if Victoria brought you to me.” Thatcher grinned. “She’s bossy sometimes.” Victoria meowed loudly from her place on the couch. “See what I mean?”

“She’s got a mouth on her, that one.” Eli joked. He couldn’t actually understand her, but he hoped that would change soon. He’d either find his own familiar, or one of the cats he’d adopted would turn out to be his familiar. 

“I don’t get how you can just,” He waved his hands around in the air as if to gesture flying spices, “I mean, what if you spill something, or something crashes into something else and suddenly you have a big pile of cinnamon in th middle of your floor?” Eli of course spoke from experience, as his mother had wanted him to try doing it himself. It didn’t end well.

[thatcher-grace]

“Yeah, but that’s why I love her. Have you found your familiar yet? Or are you still searching?”

Thatcher glanced up at the busy world above his head. He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how I do it. I just do. It took me a lot of practice, though. I turned our kitchen into a tornado once. Victoria didn’t sleep with me for a week, she was so angry with all the thyme in her fur. Cleaning everything was the hard part.” Thatcher laughed at that memory, while Victoria hopped down from her spot and sat in the middle of the kitchen, looking at both of them like she was tempting fate. 

[thehurtinghealer]

thatcher-grace:

“Yeah, but that’s why I love her. Have you found your familiar yet? Or are you still searching?”

Thatcher glanced up at the busy world above his head. He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how I do it. I just do. It took me a lot of practice, though. I turned our kitchen into a tornado once. Victoria didn’t sleep with me for a week, she was so angry with all the thyme in her fur. Cleaning everything was the hard part.” Thatcher laughed at that memory, while Victoria hopped down from her spot and sat in the middle of the kitchen, looking at both of them like she was tempting fate.

“I’m still sadly searching. But who knows, maybe Lilly or Cate will turn out to by my familiar. Or maybe I’ll find one off in the forest. Who knows?” He shrugged. 

“I can only imagine.” He chuckled, “But at least she smelled nice.” Eli reached down and patted Victoria’s head softly. “But you’d probably like smelling more like something else. Cat food maybe.”

[thatcher-grace]

Victoria meowed again. Thatcher turned, obviously startled by her. “Victoria! He is a guest!” She meowed again, then licked her paw. Thatcher shook his head, muttering something in ancient Greek under his breath. 

“I’m so sorry about that. Sometimes she can be rather blunt. But I wouldn’t trade my familiar for any other familiar around.”

[thatcher-grace]

“That doesn’t look safe…”

Thatcher glanced down at the stairwell, and suddenly he felt very small. He’d never gone skateboarding before, but this kid at academy had dared him to take a spin on the stairwell on it and capture it on video, and here he was. 

“It’s a dare. I have to do it.” He glanced up at Eli. “But I’m happy you came. If I break my neck, promise me you’ll take care of Victoria for me, ok?”

[thehurtinghealer]

thatcher-grace:

“Oh, it’s great practice. And you’ll have some great stories. I also don’t need to make dinner during theater season most nights. One girl brings food for everyone.” Thatcher sighed, smiling unconsciously. That food was always a highlight for him.

“Trust me, everyone down there is just a little crazy. I love that class, though. They stick together, that’s for sure.”

“Sounds like a party. Or a gang. Or both I guess.” Eli laughed, “And if their injuries are anything like yours were today, they’ll be easy to take care of. Well, as long as they’re not human that is. Humans will just flip the fuck out and I don’t have any memory altering powers.” 

He’d still, of course, have to volunteer early mornings at the hospital, come to school around lunch, and then do what he could for the theater kids afterwards, but he didn’t mind. It was a chance to make more friends, improve his magic and maybe see a certain priest-in-training more. The last though made his face a little red. 

[thatcher-grace]

“Oh, there’s a trick to that. Bandage up a wound while healing it. Tell them not to take the bandage off for a few days so it can heal up, too. They’ll be none the wiser, and you’ll have lots of practice.”

“Your face is a little red,” Thatcher noted. “Are you ok?” He didn’t know just what he said or did, but suddenly his friend’s face was bright red. 

[thehurtinghealer]

thatcher-grace:

“Oh, there’s a trick to that. Bandage up a wound while healing it. Tell them not to take the bandage off for a few days so it can heal up, too. They’ll be none the wiser, and you’ll have lots of practice.”

“Your face is a little red,” Thatcher noted. “Are you ok?” He didn’t know just what he said or did, but suddenly his friend’s face was bright red.

Eli snorted a bit. Were humans really that dense? I mean, sure, they listened to doctors but people couldn’t help but show off their healing wounds. It was gross, but it was part of what made them human. 

“Huh?” The blush intensified a little, before he looked away. “O-Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking.”

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher studied his friend’s face, then shrugged. He knew better than to pry. “If you’re sure. Whoever it is, they must be special to get you to blush like that.” He grinned. 

“Good luck to you both.”

[pinneirefeather-blog]

➳♥

13. Palm

Doing anything halfway was certainly not Adrian’s style. That being said, when he saw a cute guy walk in the room he naturally had the urge to go say hello. Being the ever-so-charming bloke that he was, that not only included introducing himself by name, but a slight bow, and a kiss on the hand.

“Pardon me, I couldn’t help but notice those gorgeous eyes from across the room. My name’s Adrian… pleasure to meet you.” As if that wasn’t enough, he turned the lad’s hand over to kiss his palm, giving him a very flirtatious look.

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher Grace had never been kissed before, on any part of his body. And yet, this man had done just that, though they had never met before. His hand tingled, but he didn’t move to rip it away. Instead he stared at this new person, Adrian, and returned his look with one of his own. Flirtatious, he hoped. Thatcher had never been skilled in the art of flirting. He could feel the color to his face rising, but he still managed to get a few words out.

“I’m Thatcher, and the pleasure is all mine.”

[pinneirefeather-blog]

He definitely noticed the color growing in his cheeks, but that was fine. Coupled with the attempted-flirt but kind of embarrassed look on his face, Adrian could tell his introduction had worked perfectly. 

“How very gentlemanly of you.” He chuckled, flashing him a grin. “It’s lovely to meet you, Thatcher. And you have a nice name as well.” He commented, returning his hand to stand up at his full height.  

[thatcher-grace]

Handsome men like him didn’t just kiss Thatcher’s hand, or any part of him really. This was a new, uncharted moment in his life, and something about it made him wish it happened more. Maybe it was Adrian. He was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. Thatcher could stare at him forever. 

“Thank you. I, um, haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?” he stuttered, feeling his face turn even redder. Real smooth, Thatcher. 

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

You now have my permission to break my muse right here right now. Tear them apart. Find their weak point and make them suffer. Break them and make them snap

[pinneirefeather-blog]

➳♥

13. Palm

Doing anything halfway was certainly not Adrian’s style. That being said, when he saw a cute guy walk in the room he naturally had the urge to go say hello. Being the ever-so-charming bloke that he was, that not only included introducing himself by name, but a slight bow, and a kiss on the hand.

“Pardon me, I couldn’t help but notice those gorgeous eyes from across the room. My name’s Adrian… pleasure to meet you.” As if that wasn’t enough, he turned the lad’s hand over to kiss his palm, giving him a very flirtatious look.

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher Grace had never been kissed before, on any part of his body. And yet, this man had done just that, though they had never met before. His hand tingled, but he didn’t move to rip it away. Instead he stared at this new person, Adrian, and returned his look with one of his own. Flirtatious, he hoped. Thatcher had never been skilled in the art of flirting. He could feel the color to his face rising, but he still managed to get a few words out.

“I’m Thatcher, and the pleasure is all mine.”

[thatcher-grace]

“What happened to you?!”

“I thought I saw someone from my past, and I tripped down a hill when I was at the academy ruins.” Thatcher rubbed his forehead, blood streaking across his face. Thatcher couldn’t exactly figure out how to explain what he thought he saw to Bella. He was sure he would sound crazy. Besides, he didn’t want to worry her. He smiled up at her. 

“Let me give you a fair warning. Wear hiking shoes, and don’t run in the rain. Even if you think someone is chasing you.”

[bellarmina-marbella-greyling]

thatcher-grace:

From the way she studied the forest, Thatcher wondered if Bella had amazing vision. If maybe she saw her waiting. Another chill traveled down his spine. Thatcher never thought he would see a hunter again until he did. Bella suddenly looked much older than seventeen, and though he’d never asked, he wanted to ask just how old she really was.

He let her lead him away, back to the apartments. “I probably should. It might help. But Bella, what if she really is here, and she’s joined the hunt again?” He glanced behind his shoulder. No one was following them, but the fear hadn’t left his system.

If she were a cat shifter, her tail would be on edge right now. She hadn’t sensed anything or anyone, but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t someone out there. There were ways of fooling the senses, Bella just didn’t want to think about them. Bella unlocked the door of her apartment, since it was closest, and brought him inside. Blake, chipper as ever, chirped her greeting at the two of them.

“You’re probably just seeing things. Ama and Rei wouldn’t let someone like that on the island. And if they did, it was completely one accident. They let humans on here all the time, but we still all go through applications and background checks.” She plopped down on the couch and picked Blake up, happier to be in the cat’s presence. She always calmed her nowadays. 

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher stared at the cat in her arms, so cute and sweet. It fit Bella. They looked like great friends. He didn’t know where to sit, so he stood there and stared. There were a hundred things he wanted to say. But Thatcher didn’t know where to begin. How could he? 

“I hope I’m just seeing things. I really want it to be nothing more. I just...can’t get it out of my head. Seeing her there was awful.” He took a deep shuddering breath. Thatcher shook his head and tried to focus on something more pleasant. Instead, he decided to reach out and give Blake a pat on the head. He hadn’t met her before. 

[thatcher-grace]

sleep sentence starters 💤

"*yawn* I'm not tired I swear..."

"I'm too tired for this shit."

"Would you get mad if I fell asleep on you? You're so comfy.."

"You can take a nap on me if you want."

*wiggles around while dreaming like a sleeping puppy*

"I just had the weirdest dream... and you were in it!"

"My snoring's not that bad..."

"I do not snore!"

"Do I really snore?"

"I'm trying to sleep here!"

"That doesn't look like a very comfortable place to sleep."

*yawn*

"I do not drool when I sleep!"

"Do I really drool when I sleep?"

"If you do the cold water prank on me while I'm sleeping I'll kill you."

"If you do the whipped cream and feather prank on me while I'm sleeping you're dead to me."

*sleepy mumbling noises*

"Do I really talk in my sleep?"

"Do I say anything interesting when I talk in my sleep?"

"Have a nice nap?"

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"Having trouble sleeping?"

"You can sleep in my bed if you want."

"Your snoring kept me up all night."

"Go to sleep already..."

"You were crying in your sleep... is everything alright?"

"Bad dreams again?"

"Not another nightmare is it?"

"You look exhausted, you should get some sleep."

*draws mustache on you while you sleep*

"You woke me up... I was having a nice nap too..."

"I wanna go back to bed..."

"Wh-? I jus' woke up..."

"You sleep too much."

"You don't sleep enough"

"You look so cute when you're asleep. So peaceful."

"Sometimes I watch you sleep."

[roleplayers-ink]

Send me ✦ and I'll introduce you to an alternate universe version of my character

[thatcher-grace]

“That’s cool too. I got bitten by a dog when I was a kid, and it scared me off. So my mom gave me a cat for my birthday, some kitten I’d been feeding. And that was that. Victoria and I were inseparable.” 

“No, it’s fine. Mind if I come with you? My treat,” he offered, not ready to let their conversation die. 

[kingdomofblys-blog]

Imogen blanched at the bitten comment, but put a smile back on. When he offered to pay, she put up a hand. “No, no that’s okay, thanks though.” 

The two walked over to a stand selling Pad Thai, and Imogen almost ran towards the front of the line. She bounced a little, anxious to order. Thai food was her absolute favorite. 

[thatcher-grace]

He shrugged, but couldn’t strive off the face she made when he mentioned being bitten by a dog. It wasn’t her fault that some feral dog bit him. Maybe she had a bad experience with dogs, too. 

“You like Thai food?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face. “I do too.” His travels in Thailand had shown him some great food, and had finally let him get a spell book he’d been searching for fall into his hand.

[thatcher-grace]

“Well, at least I’m not alone there.” She had a nice laugh. One he would describe as warm.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Yeah, I have a cat. She’s in charge of my apartment. I guess you’re more of a dog person, then?” 

[kingdomofblys-blog]

She laughed again at his insinuation. “Quite literally, yeah,” she said, a grin on her face. She cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah I really really like dogs. A lot,” she replied. She threaded her fingers together and looked outside of the tent. “Ah, hey do you mind if I go grab something to eat? Sorry, we were havin’ this nice conversation but I haven’t eaten at all today.”

[thatcher-grace]

“That’s cool too. I got bitten by a dog when I was a kid, and it scared me off. So my mom gave me a cat for my birthday, some kitten I’d been feeding. And that was that. Victoria and I were inseparable.” 

“No, it’s fine. Mind if I come with you? My treat,” he offered, not ready to let their conversation die. 

[thatcher-grace]

“What happened to you?!”

“I thought I saw someone from my past, and I tripped down a hill when I was at the academy ruins.” Thatcher rubbed his forehead, blood streaking across his face. Thatcher couldn’t exactly figure out how to explain what he thought he saw to Bella. He was sure he would sound crazy. Besides, he didn’t want to worry her. He smiled up at her. 

“Let me give you a fair warning. Wear hiking shoes, and don’t run in the rain. Even if you think someone is chasing you.”

[bellarmina-marbella-greyling]

thatcher-grace:

“I haven’t been sleeping well for the past few weeks. And I’ve tried all my usual tricks, including both well and poorly written literature and tea.” Even Victoria had tried to help, growing more distressed as her attempts at cuddling and being his generally adorable cat didn’t pay off. “Victoria tries to mother me. Trust me, you and Blake would never be free from her motherly grasp.”

Her words brought back his fall, and Thatcher felt himself shiver as the chill climbed up and down his spine. Part of him wanted to drop it. Saying it out loud would only make it real. “I…Bella…yes. I thought I saw one. I’m sure it wasn’t anything. I probably just imagined it. It just spooked me a little, that’s all. It probably wasn’t real. I just thought I saw her, that’s all.”

Her eyes flickered over the forest’s edge and she couldn’t help but tense automatically. A hunter like that on an island full of supers? It was like a homicidal kid in a candy store. But she was much older than him, and had a few more tricks up her sleeve than the young warlock would ever know about.

She wrapped a protective arm around his waist and started tugging them back towards the apartments. Specifically hers. “Do you wanna talk about it?”  Sympathetic blue eyes looked up at her much taller friend. “You seem pretty distressed.”

[thatcher-grace]

From the way she studied the forest, Thatcher wondered if Bella had amazing vision. If maybe she saw her waiting. Another chill traveled down his spine. Thatcher never thought he would see a hunter again until he did. Bella suddenly looked much older than seventeen, and though he’d never asked, he wanted to ask just how old she really was.

He let her lead him away, back to the apartments. “I probably should. It might help. But Bella, what if she really is here, and she’s joined the hunt again?” He glanced behind his shoulder. No one was following them, but the fear hadn’t left his system. 

[thatcher-grace]

“I guess. I just make a lot of them.” He chuckled, then gave her a smile. She at least didn’t seem to think he was odd, or crazy. 

“That’s sad. All of my friends made plans, and I wasn’t going to drag my cat out with me. She wouldn’t like that.”

[kingdomofblys-blog]

She laughed a little. “Me too buddy, you’ve got no idea,” she shook her head and looked down. 

Looking back over at him, her lip quirked. “A cat lover, huh? I’ve never been to big on cat’s, they make me sneeze.”

[thatcher-grace]

“Well, at least I’m not along there.” She had a nice laugh. One he would describe as warm.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Yeah, I have a cat. She’s in charge of my apartment. I guess you’re more of a dog person, then?” 

[thatcher-grace]

“That doesn’t look safe…”

Thatcher glanced down at the stairwell, and suddenly he felt very small. He’d never gone skateboarding before, but this kid at academy had dared him to take a spin on the stairwell on it and capture it on video, and here he was. 

“It’s a dare. I have to do it.” He glanced up at Eli. “But I’m happy you came. If I break my neck, promise me you’ll take care of Victoria for me, ok?”

[thehurtinghealer]

thatcher-grace:

“Oh, it’s great practice. And you’ll have some great stories. I also don’t need to make dinner during theater season most nights. One girl brings food for everyone.” Thatcher sighed, smiling unconsciously. That food was always a highlight for him.

“Trust me, everyone down there is just a little crazy. I love that class, though. They stick together, that’s for sure.”

“Sounds like a party. Or a gang. Or both I guess.” Eli laughed, “And if their injuries are anything like yours were today, they’ll be easy to take care of. Well, as long as they’re not human that is. Humans will just flip the fuck out and I don’t have any memory altering powers.” 

He’d still, of course, have to volunteer early mornings at the hospital, come to school around lunch, and then do what he could for the theater kids afterwards, but he didn’t mind. It was a chance to make more friends, improve his magic and maybe see a certain priest-in-training more. The last though made his face a little red. 

[thatcher-grace]

“Oh, there’s a trick to that. Bandage up a wound while healing it. Tell them not to take the bandage off for a few days so it can heal up, too. They’ll be none the wiser, and you’ll have lots of practice.”

“Your face is a little red,” Thatcher noted. “Are you ok?” He didn’t know just what he said or did, but suddenly his friend’s face was bright red. 

[thehurtinghealer]

thatcher-grace:

“Sorry. I learned most of my cooking tips from the ghosts who hung around our house. One of my favorites, Clara, taught me almost everything I know about cooking. Remind me to bake you a welcome to the neighborhood cherry pie. It’s delicious,” he said, chuckling to himself. “Though my kitchen does tend to have a little more action in terms of magic when baking.”

“You and me both. I’ve hardly found anyone to exchange spell books with. And it’s great to find a new friend. Even if Victoria brought you to me.” Thatcher grinned. “She’s bossy sometimes.” Victoria meowed loudly from her place on the couch. “See what I mean?”

“She’s got a mouth on her, that one.” Eli joked. He couldn’t actually understand her, but he hoped that would change soon. He’d either find his own familiar, or one of the cats he’d adopted would turn out to be his familiar. 

“I don’t get how you can just,” He waved his hands around in the air as if to gesture flying spices, “I mean, what if you spill something, or something crashes into something else and suddenly you have a big pile of cinnamon in th middle of your floor?” Eli of course spoke from experience, as his mother had wanted him to try doing it himself. It didn’t end well.

[thatcher-grace]

“Yeah, but that’s why I love her. Have you found your familiar yet? Or are you still searching?”

Thatcher glanced up at the busy world above his head. He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how I do it. I just do. It took me a lot of practice, though. I turned our kitchen into a tornado once. Victoria didn’t sleep with me for a week, she was so angry with all the thyme in her fur. Cleaning everything was the hard part.” Thatcher laughed at that memory, while Victoria hopped down from her spot and sat in the middle of the kitchen, looking at both of them like she was tempting fate. 

[thatcher-grace]

Her face was totally unfamiliar. Oh Thatcher, not again, thinking you’ve met people you don’t know. “I guess I haven’t met you before tonight. My apologies then.”

“Are you here with your friends? I just came alone.”

[kingdomofblys-blog]

Well, he doesn’t look horrified, She thought to herself. “No problem, everybody makes mistakes, right?” She leaned on a table holding more of the wares, satisfied that they’d started a conversation. 

“No, no I came alone. I don’t have a lot of friends that’d wanna go with me,” she explained.

[thatcher-grace]

“I guess. I just make a lot of them.” He chuckled, then gave her a smile. She at least didn’t seem to think he was odd, or crazy. 

“That’s sad. All of my friends made plans, and I wasn’t going to drag my cat out with me. She wouldn’t like that.”

[thatcher-grace]

((Sorry everyone for not being on lately!! There was some family stuff I needed to deal with before heading to school, but I’m back!!! So sorry again!!))