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The place felt cramped; the air heavy and warm, chattering filling his ears as adjusted his mask. Thomas tried to avoid collisions, whispers of ‘excuse me’ leaving his mouth as he pushed his way through the crowd. It was not difficult to spot Grace, as he had seen her before. But his steps were slow, tentative even as he approached her, trying his best to smile. "I brought you this," he said, in lieu of greeting, moving to stand by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne, and moved his attention to the waltzing, standing silently next to her.

Thomas knew that perhaps he should say something, but no words came to mind. This thing between them is awkward at best, and Thomas decided it would wise to let the silence wash over them. But as he glanced around the room, spotting couples twirling around, and a group of people clumping together by the tables, excitedly waiting for a kind soul to take them dancing throughout the night, he sighed, turning to Grace and holding his hand out. "Would you like to dance with me?"

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#{ &&. when i start feeling that it’s gone too far / i lie on my back / and stare up at the stars / speaks : }

abbiexsullivan:

“I swear sometimes these books look like the witch herself got her claws on them.” Abigail said out loud as she inspected the book. The cover was missing a good chunk and a couple of the pages had been torn, thankfully whoever returned it at least put the pieces back in the book. There was a chance to save it with some tape.

Thomas raised his head from the book he was reading, glancing at the other with curiosity. His eyes fell on the book, face changing into a grimace as he looked at the destruction. "Perhaps they took it to the lake, dared the witch to do something." Wouldn't be the first time; people were always daring, always asking the witch to show up. She did, and look at the mess she left behind. "Was it an important book?"

#{ &&. when i start feeling that it’s gone too far / i lie on my back / and stare up at the stars / speaks : }

onmyknces:

Stupidity had its price. She should have at least checked before she offered. Of course the person behind her was the man she was set to marry. As soon as the envelop had arrived, she opened it. Grace didn’t like surprises and the last one she wanted to receive was the mark on her wrist – a mark that still was itchy and uncomfortable. With a grimace, she turned to look at Thomas. “Tommy.” The nickname annoyed him – that much she knew. It was the only reason she used it. “Yes, I’m sure. Don’t worry, my offer’s off the table. I hope they’re out of whatever you want.” She handed her card to the cashier and moved to the side.

The nickname made his blood boil; he despite it, especially when it came from Grace lips. He clenched his jaw instantly, biting the inside of his check to refrain from sending her to hell and back. Lips curling into a bitter smile, Thomas shoved his phone back into his pocket, choosing to ignore Grace's presence when he took a step forward, ordering a cappuccino and paying for with, smiling kindly at the cashier. Being a bartender himself, he knew it was not a fun job to have. Placing his walled in his pocket, Thomas stepped to the side as well, grabbing his cup and sighing, glancing at Grace. He wasn't sure why they got paired together; they hated each other, and Thomas couldn't stand the woman. But he couldn't deny he felt something for her; attraction, maybe. They would have to convince together, but Thomas wasn't sure if he wanted to try making this work. Still, the words left his lips before he could stop them -- "Have you heard about the ball? -- Do you have a date already?"

#{ &&. when i start feeling that it’s gone too far / i lie on my back / and stare up at the stars / speaks : }

onmyknces:

A long shit over, Grace knew she should slink off to her home. It was be best to take a warm shower and slip between the sheets, but she needed to eat – or at the very least, consume some sort of caffeine. The Honey Cafe called her name and thankfully there wasn’t much of a line. When she reached the counter, she placed her order and then turned to the person behind her. “What are you having? I feel like paying it forward since the Witch’s Army decided to show up. No cap or limit.” She nodded at them before rooting around her purse for her wallet.

Thomas hardly paid attention to the people in front of him as he strolled through his phone, a hand in his jacket pocket and his head down. He had a shit of a day; someone dropped their drinks on him, nearly hit him with their car, and he got his envelope. The thought left a bitter taste in is mouth, and he tried to sallow that through a mouthful of knots. The mark was still tender to the touch, a reminder of a future he couldn't escape. So when he listened to that voice, he raised his head slowly, color draining from his face. "Grace," escaped softly from his lips, and he cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I can pay for my own shit, thank you."