πππΆπΈπ ππ πΉπππΆπ (fuckinginlaws) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2021-08-29 14:54:00 |
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Along with that came the fact that he'd slowed down on the drinking. Not completely, but significantly. For now at least.
Whatever shit Grace had gotten into the previous weekend didn't seem to be lingering, no more fires were set and the fireplace poker was returned to the fireplace rather than by the door. He was just standing in the kitchen, staring at the fridge and thinking about food when he spotted Grace, glancing over, "I'm thinking take out." Which honestly, he was usually thinking anyway.
Nightvale indeed had its charm; it had just taken a while to warm up to it all. And for her and Daniel to reachβ¦. well, wherever it was that they were now. The Longest Game? Relationship purgatory? Complicated: A Le Domas Tale?
βOhh, okay,β she cooed in reply, giving a stretch as she stood up from the couch. She probably could throw something together from the fridge but the ridiculous Arizona heat outside made any sort of task seem impossible. It was better to just let someone else do it, then have another someone deliver it to you.
βAny cravings or is this just going to turn into another forty-five minute conversation about which Chinese place has better dumplings?β the blonde asked with an amused smirk as she approached, gravitating to the island counter a few feet away from him.
Turning to lean on the fridge, Daniel arched a brow, ready to launch into one of those debates where he picked the side he knew Grace opposed just to let her ramble at him about her opinion, see her get worked up and touchy about something, except---
Aunt Helene, severe and gaunt, robbed in that stupid purple cape with that dumb beehive hair style, ire written on her face and axe in hand, poised to strike. He didn't know where she came from, how she got there, what was happening, but his heart almost leapt into his throat as his limbs turned heavy and his blood chilled. "Grace," he took a step forward, hand reaching to grab her wrist pull her away, but the axe was coming down and she'd be cut in half and---
In another blink she was gone. Just him and Grace in the kitchen, Daniel's heart jackrabbiting in his chest, throat feeling like a fist was stuck in it as his eyes wildly tried to source where Helene had vanished to.
It was slight but drastic enough in timing that she could see the color drain from his face; coupled with the urgency in his voice. Needless to say it caught her all completely off guard β meaning when he took her by the wrist and pulled her toward him she was on unsteady feet.
βWha— Daniel,β she blurted out in a blend of equal parts confused concern and alarm β reaching to grab hold of his shoulders so she didnβt accidentally headbutt him. βJesus. Whatβs wrong?β