#;grace

nils had found that once you started working somewhere, rarely did you want to go there in your free time. he was, quite often, looking for extra hours, so hanging around playground usually meant he could get roped into covering for someone. he had meant to check out pandaemonium much earlier, anyways. so there he was, sat at the bar, sipping on an old fashioned. his eyes perused the dance floor, small smile of amusement resting on his lips. when someone stumbled into his peripheral vision, nils turned his head, only to recognize the girl who had stuck him on the ceiling and claimed to know judah. “are you alright?” he asked, figuring he was safe enough in a public place like this. ( @gracexbachmann​ )

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Jason had spent most of the day exploring around town trying to find where things were. It probably wouldn’t be good if he got lost when he was actually on the job. He really didn’t need an accident to happen, he couldn’t let another thing like the Mistake happen again. He knew things would go worse this time. But that was enough of thinkings of that, he should instead focus on the fact that he was completely lost. 

nils hadn’t really intended on coming to the party–so much had ended so poorly last time, and considering he knew going in that their memories would be altered, he should have felt nervous and uncomfortable with the situation. but really, part of him loved the complete anonymity. the invitation had even insured otherworldly senses couldn’t identify them. really, this was probably the safest he could be. so, he went, in a fancy suit he probably couldn’t afford, and a bird mask because he was like that, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the clumsy, pretty blonde who had been haunting his thoughts lately. even if he knew he wouldn’t recognize her under the spell, maybe once it was lifted . . . nils stepped into the room, and it was like a haze fell over him, like . . . a warm high. his gaze tracked around the room until it landed on someone he felt like he recognized. either way, she was dressed to the nines, his gaze appreciatively roaming up and down. a waiter passed by with flutes of champagne, and nils managed to take two. he walked over, sidling up to her with a glass held out. “i thought you might need this. can’t imagine you’ve gotten a moment of peace dressed like that.” ( @gracexbachmann​ )

ever since nils and judah had discovered their connection, he’d been actively trying to spend more time with his witch. he was almost desperate to do well, to prove his worth in at least one matter of life. he could be useful, if nothing else. he didn’t really know how to do that, though, so it mostly consisted of him spending time around the bachmann residence, waiting for his witch to come home and get to work. 

after his first appearance at the bachmann household, brought by judah of course, the bachmann matriarch had insisted that he come over whenever he was hungry. nils was hungry a lot. so, he became a frequent face around their house, often known to come in without invitation and not say anything to anyone right away. mrs. bachmann teased that he must be a blackhole or something since he ate so much but never gained any weight. if he could, nils would explain the amount of calories flying actually takes, but that would be far too revealing.