#gravi

inspired by this really cute fic by @guilty-pleasures-abound

fun! 7/10

fun 6/10

have yet to play gravisquare ?/10. jumphase my beloved 888888/10

annoying 5/10

Which is why she often escaped into the back office to de-compress and scroll through Instagram. That always made her feel better. Seeing Matteo’s posts about his goats, Pippa’s selfies, even Wren’s posts about the things he was doing with Robin made her smile. And of course Gravi’s Instagram was a highlight. Sofi was adorable, and she got to see shenanigans at the restaurant sometimes too.

What she wasn’t expecting to see, however, was the face that still haunted her dreams to this day, as she still didn’t know what her father had done to rid her of Lucifer’s mark. It was jarring, almost violently so, to scroll through the pictures of herself and Sofi and Biggs and suddenly come across Lucifer himself, in a flower crown of all things.

She could feel her blood-pressure rising, as she stared at the photo and felt her heart pound against her ribcage. She stood quickly, barely registering what she was doing as she walked out of the office and out of the pub completely, power-walking with furious intensity toward Arroz con Grandules.

As soon as she stepped inside, she reached for Gravi’s mind, pressing the words loudly into it, WE NEED TO TALK. NOW. The anger rolled off her in waves, and the patrons around her shifted in their seats, frowning as pleasant conversations turned snippy and short-tempered, arguments brewing over petty things in her immediate vicinity. She didn’t notice.

“Gravi” Jonas called after the other, spotting him on the other side of the street. He flashed him a wave as he jogged over, “Hey man, what’s going on?” he asked, “feels like I haven’t seen you in forever or maybe I’ve just lost the concept of time. I think it’s the fog just fucking with everything. Is it morning? Is it night? Nope just fucking fog o’clock”

Lost in thought, he didn’t see the young man exiting the room beside his until it was nearly too late. Noah stopped abruptly, just before they could run into each other. “Ah, sorry,” he said, taking a step back to give the other room to pass. “Here, you can go first.”