#gravewalks

even as @gravewalks addresses her, she does not do the societally polite thing of placing her utensils down. her eyes remain locked on him as he invites himself to sit down but her attention is split. a severing of the before and the after, and she wonders if he can see that in her too. that the face is as different as is it is the same--- a dichotomy centuries in the making. she wonders if he remembers who she used to be better than she does.

The bell dings! – though she’d wanted a moment alone more than anything this morning (just five minutes!), out of all the familiar silhouettes that could be inside the elevator already, this is one of the better options. “What’s the youngest children are allowed to go to jail?”

She steps in, her heel clicking just as she likes – it’s all in the small comforts. It’s honestly a miracle she’s made it out of the house at all, with the night of crying because the stuffed elephant (Rupert? Herbert?) wasn’t ‘stuffed right’ even though that stuffing had been the same for fourteen months.

Not to mention there hadn’t been any grapefruits for breakfast and no, God forbid any other fruit dare make its way into Rose Weissman’s plate. Not even orange, which is practically the same. “Three, it has to be three.  The famous terrible two? Very soft foreplay. It should be illegal for them to be out any time before five.”

your secret is safe with my indifference.

Lost Meme -- @gravewalks

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

Lost Meme -- @gravewalks

Nico gives the police commissioner a long look before he nudges the glass in his direction slightly. He's not entirely sure any more alcohol is going to make this any easier to understand, but less alcohol doesn't seem to be the answer either. It's times like this that Nico wishes he'd gotten better at manipulating the Mist.

Because of course he can't tell the guy the truth--that most of Manhattan had been put under a massive sleeping spell by Morpheus himself and then subsequently invaded by an army of monsters-- but he's not fully sure what he can tell the guy either. Any portion of the truth is a lot. "I know it's a lot of parking tickets, but you can just bill the Executive Suite on the 600th floor of the Empire State Building."

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

Lost Meme -- @gravewalks

Nico nods a little, nibbling at some ambrosia to get rid of the aching in his muscles and the slice on his cheek. He knows he can't risk eating too much for risk of burning up, but he doesn't need to eat a lot, not at the moment. One things for certain, he is lucky he survived the hydra attack in one piece. He knows that hydra are sometimes associated with chain restaurants, a fact that Annabeth has a long explanation for that he's not sure completely makes sense. Either way, he hasn't seen many hydra recently, not since Kronos's rising or the Second Gigantomachy

" Your eyes will get stuck like that if you roll them too much, Mr. Graves," Lark spoke as her emerald gaze fell upon him with an unreadable expression.