your grace

            ollie was about to run out for an afternoon jog when he was greeted by his step sister, who looked like she had her guard down and had a little bit less of the snark in her. “…. hey?” he was beyond confused. “do you need something?” he’s never actually seen her in such a state, so he didn’t know how to act around her. “sorry, come in.” he stepped aside, holding out the door for her.

she chewed on her bottom lip, looking at the state of him. “were you busy? am i interrupting? i can leave i’m sorry- i didn’t- i should’ve asked-” she rambled softly. grace twisted the ring on her finger nervously, feeling her heart pound in her chest. “i had just wanted to talk but if you had things to do it’s okay.”

the weight of the truth had been eating at grace for years. it’s something that loomed over her shoulders and sat behind every door. when she started dating she convinced herself that it was what she wanted, that it was real and good and right. now when she thought of dates and men and all the different bases she wanted nothing more than to cry. a term she had picked when she was sixteen to label herself kept resurfacing more and more the longer she kept pretending. 

grace jumped when her doorbell rang, breaking her growing panic. she had called the least likely person for her to ever share this information with, but the only person she could actually tell. when she opened the door the idea of slamming it closed again crossed her mind but she held it open even wider, “hey ol.”

sabrina: your place?

sabrina: do you have anything good enough?

sabrina: or am i going to provide?

grace: i haven't been able to see anyone so..

he stumbles slightly under the impact of his blur of a childhood friend. it doesn’t take long before his arms wrap around her and he spins her around, laughing as he does. now this is what a reunion was meant to be like. he peels himself away from the embrace to look at her, a broad smile on his features as he whistles.

“well damn look at you gracie, you’re taller.” he note. “still just as red as ever though.” when they were children he’d been fascinated by her red hair, always finding some excuse to follow her around and play with it. he’d tried to braid flowers into it once, only succeeding in created a tangled mess around the petals. the memory reminds him and he holds up the lilies still awkwardly grasped in his fist. “oh ! – i got you these! i uh- i couldn’t remember your favourites so i got you every lily they had.”

she beamed at him, an honest, rare occurrence. grave kept her hands on him while she glanced around the house, almost making sure that he wouldn’t slip away, “i think there’s a vase somewhere around here but i probably can’t reach it.” she pulled the boy into another hug, almost immediately comforted by his warmth. growing up she had always been closer to Lie, that was obvious, but mishka had a special place in her heart. 

taking a step back it was her turn to finally look at him, “you’re not the little boy i grew up with anymore huh?” 

sabrina: in this hellhole?

sabrina: never

sabrina: of course i am!

sabrina: being sober is hella boring

grace: i hate to agree but i agree

@grvcecall

he makes sure the next time he breaks into elijah’s place that his brother is in class. and maybe he hacked into the teachers computer and changed the lesson plan to include an extended lecture on their material on top of all their work. mishka’s determined to make this reunion a cheerful one, especially since his other one had ended in yelling rather than celebration. 

mishka fiddles with his hair for the fourth time in the past twenty minutes, glancing at the mountain of snacks he’s piled on the sofa, with netflix open on the tv. the moment he hears the door open he fixes his posture, rising to his full height whilst he holds the bouquet of assorted lillies in his right hand. he couldn’t remember what specific type of lily she loved, so getting them all seemed like a safe bet. the younger konig swallows down his nervousness as he spots the familiar red hair. 

“hey gracie.” he greets with a sheepish smile. “long time no see.”

She had been out for her classes all morning and trying to talk to her professor ran into the afternoon. The not to pleasant meeting had turned her already bad mood even worse, and knowing Lie wasn’t going to be home added to her disappointment. As she was walking up the steps to her apartment her phone buzzed, signaling a call from the wicked witch of the west. “Hi Mommy!” grace chirped, the loud ranting immediately starting.

 unlocking her door and stepping, she dropped her bag by the door before looking up. the moment the words ‘hey gracie’ slip from the boys mouth her phone falls and she’s practically running to him, arms around his torso immediately.

griffith: good luck with that endeavor though

grace: it was about the usage rate of condoms but

sabrina: god that sounds like such a mess

sabrina: you need a drink

sabrina: [unsent] or a little weed

grace: when isn't something a mess

sage: not wrong

sage: so if they're not up to your standards cut the off

sage: properly of course, no bullshit half-assed version

grace: oh obviously

pres: it was a new pack

pres: & i can't afford another

pres: can i come over and get it?

grace: yeah you can get it

elijah: elina said she loves me

elijah: and it went down hill from there

grace: you didn't

grace: i know exactly what you did

“i would say i relate, but -” she lifted her hands in a quick shrug “-you know, only child.” though, if she had to deal with tav and ollie on the daily, she probably would have wanted them gone too. lord knew she could hardly deal with octavia to begin with, and the two of them weren’t even friends. hands wrapping around grace’s, she smiled. “how could i possibly say no when you pull that face, hm?”

she smiled back at the girl, “i’ve missed you, don’t let us go this long without hanging out again.” grace gasped slightly and leaned forward, “you’ll never guess what gossip i know now.”