Grimoire’s Return. discussion

A cute cafe. The vibes inside are immaculate, they’ve really taken to the history of the nearby forest and have gone with a witchy look. (think point pleasant with their mothman propaganda) Most workers don’t exactly believe in the magic of the forest, but tourists definitely do.

Pete walked in, the glare in his eyes warding away anyone staring. He ordered a simple black coffee and plopped down at the farthest table in the corner, a black rose in a vase on top of it.

(i m m a c u l a t e

also

mothman)

(i love mothman so much can’t you tell)

(i thought of bea lmaoooo
but same)

Gerard walked in, his eyes sagging. Archer. Archer. Archer. He died. He had no tears left to cry. Why did he leave? Why? Now he had lost him forever. Archers dead. The word resonated in his mind, a poisonous word. It tainted him. Dead. Death. Dying.

Pete sipped his coffee, scrolling through his cracked phone.

Gerard lifted his head. “You already cracked your new phone?” Then he realized. “Hey that’s your old phone.”

“It’s my only phone.. Oh! You left yours at the building,” Pete rifled through his bag and pulled it out.

“Nope. That’s yours.” Gerard smirked.

(( ack I’m so sry I GTg to tennis ))

“Uh, I don’t think I manifested a new phone,” Pete said, trying to get Gerard to take the phone.

((can Ash join?)

(i’m fine with it!)

((cool))

kylee wrote: "“Uh, I don’t think I manifested a new phone,” Pete said, trying to get Gerard to take the phone."

Gerard snickered. “I made it.” He pushed it back.

ASh came in and sat down ordering a Hot cocoa

“And I don’t need it. I have a phone,” Pete said.

“That’s almost broken.” Gerard shrugged.

“And? I’ll save up and get a new phone, I don’t need your pity.” Pete hated when people gave him pity. He didn’t want it, he didn’t need it.

Gerard shrugged. “That wasn’t pity. I just helped out.”

“And i don’t need your help.” Why couldn’t Gerard get that?

Gerard glared at him. “Well then, excuse me for being polite.” And smashed the phone.

(which phone?)

(( the new one ))

(( hello? ))

(sorry i was busy)

Pete jumped back, about to start yelling before he realized there were others around them.

(( Your good! ))


Gerard saw his mad face. “You said you didn’t want it.” He explained.

“Doesn’t mean you have to waste a perfectly good phone to fucking act cool,” Pete said angrily.

“You think I did that to be cool?” Gerard was steaming with rage. My fucking boyfriend just died and this dude has the nerve to say shit like this. Not that he’d care that Atlas died. He thought.

“Calm the fuck down, dude!” Pete said, his voice quiet but hot with anger,

“Your one to talk.” Gerard said, but quieted down. “I just came here to give you a phone.”

“And I didn’t want it. I’m allowed to refuse things,” Pete said, taking a deep breath.

“Sure. Whatever.” Gerard rubbed his temple. “Sorry about that. I just needed to let it out yknow?” Gerard motioned to the phone.

Pete shrugged, kind of understanding what Gerard meant.

Gerard sighed. “Well, while I’m here I’ll guess I’ll get something.” And grabbed some boba.

ASh is drinking a latte

Dante enters the cafe, and looks around. People milled about, and some even called to one another across the cafe. He went up to the counter.

Caspian was sitting in the armchair in the corner, sipping from her drink languidly. She peered at Dante with her deep blue eyes, her midnight black hair framing her face.

Dante looked at the woman peering at him. Her eyes were a peculiar color, a deep set blue. He made his way to her, forgetting about his order.

((I KINDA LIKE DANTE THO))
Cas sat back in her chair, eyebrows raising. Her voice was soft, but strong.
“Hello.” She said to the man, tilting her head.

"Hello." His voice cracked, and he cleared it. "Hi. What's...your name?" He shoots his hand forward so quick, he almost topples over the woman's drink.

Cas catches him by the arm, her reflexes quick and practiced.
“Caspian. Who are you?” She asks, her voice not unkind.

"Dante." He smiles awkwardly, his 17 years of gaukiness kicking in. He nods towards the woman-- CASPIAN, she said, Dante, he thinks-- nails. "They're a nice color."

(he gives me simp vibes lmao)
Cas held up her hand so she could see, the black, claw like nails entering her vision.
“Oh, thank you. It’s nice to meet you Dante.” She said, smiling up at him, raw and real.

The woman's smile felt creepy. No, scratch that, it looked terrifying. But, it also felt... welcoming? And nice? Dante smiled at her back, then scratched his head. "Do you come here a lot?"

Cas tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, cutting her eyes away from his smile before she could hold onto it and want to see it forever.
“Well, when I have time. So yes, a lot.” She chuckles, the sound soft.

Dante chuckles, too. "Cool. Cool." They settle into a silence, that's close to awkward, but isn't. "So." Dante claps his hands. "What drink should I get?"

“Hmm...” Cas ponders it for a moment, mouth twisted with concentration, almost.
“I.... well, what do you like?” She asks, looking up at Dante.