river—deep:

Gracie.

You’re still alive? I could have sworn I heard about you on the news a couple days ago, eating a man’s face off in Florida. That wasn’t you? Damn. How’ve you been, River?

bran-andrews:

I really suggest that you don’t try to treat me like a kid. I’m sure you aren’t much older than me anyway. Unless you’re like that fucking asshole who’s ancient and shouldn’t be in a place that’s called a school. I mean, seriously, why the fuck is he here?

Hm. You haven’t known it for a few years so lucky you. I was mostly joking but if I were to get that kind of meal, I wouldn’t say no to it. Definitely not. Right, this place is still a school. So on top of being a slave, I still have to past exams. Fucking golden.

And I really suggest you don’t tell me what to do, given that I could be treating you a lot worse. You’ve seen what some people can do here, and believe me, that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I didn’t pick you. I was denied my choice and given you, so believe me, I’m as happy about this arrangement as you are. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to treat you like dirt. I’m nineteen. Cooper started late with the academy, I came in the youngest that was allowed. The age differences stagger pretty far with the third years, but Coop is the oldest of all of us, though he’s been here just as long as we have.

Two. But I knew it for a lot longer than you will. I’ve no intention of starving you, Brandon. Regardless, I’ll see to it that they bring as much of it as they can. Look about that…we should probably talk in private when you get here.

(Source: gracefabray)

bran-andrews:

Pretty sure eighteen’s the age where you’re not a kid.

Anything else? So if I wanted a medium cooked stake with a loaded baked potato, corn on the cob and a turkey leg— I could get that all cooked up for me. Does this shit place have some kind of chef?

Pretty sure you’re still younger than me. Couple that with your attitude and yes, you’re a child. A child with a pottymouth, but still a kid nonetheless.

Goodness, you eat a lot. Then again…a couple days with only one meal a day will do that to you, I know that as well as anyone. I’ll talk to one of the staff members. There’s a kitchen staff, and a cafeteria, but I tend to take most meals in my rooms, other than breakfast. I do a lot of my studying up here and if I read while I eat I get more things done.

(Source: gracefabray)

bran-andrews:

Eighteen.

Fine, fine. What kind of a meal am I looking forward to?

Then you’re still a kid.

Umm, well, I’m going to have mac and cheese, I think, so you’re welcome to that, or anything else, really. Just let me know now and it’ll be waiting.

(Source: gracefabray)

bran-andrews:

Call me kid and I do the exact opposite of what you tell me. Make it even harder. 

And where am I suppose to be going now?

I’m not trying to tell you to do anything. I’m merely presenting options. How old are you, anyway? Seventeen, eighteen?

That’d be my room. Two floors up, third door on your right. I haven’t asked any of the guards to accompany you because I think that’s rather bad manners. Please don’t make me regret it by throwing another temper tantrum, this time in the hallway, or by doing something stupid. 

(Source: gracefabray)

bran-andrews:

Don’t call me kid.

How am I suppose to get out of here?

I’ll stop when you stop acting like one.

Try the door.

(Source: gracefabray)

bran-andrews:

I’d rather starve.

Look, kid, I’m really not in the mood. You want to starve yourself to prove a point, fine, go right on ahead, but I’m not trying to be your enemy here. When you’re ready to act your age and sit down and have a civil conversation and see what I’m offering without any expectation or demands of you, let me know.

I’m not here to turn you into a sex toy, publicly humiliate you, play dress up, or put you on a leash like a dog. So once you get that through your head, we’ll talk.

(Source: gracefabray)

bran-andrews:

…. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What if I say no? 

I’m not, actually. Believe me, I’m just as thrilled with this prospect as I’m sure you are. That’s your prerogative, but I’m not above getting the guards to bring you to me. Or I could just go down there, if you’d prefer, but I thought you might like an actual meal today, rather than whatever it is they’re serving you down there. People are usually a little more pleasant on a full stomach. 

(Source: gracefabray)

(Source: poor-madgirl)

fapray-quinn:

Not you, Gracie. He… said there are other third years who… want.. me.. or something. He said I’ll have to— anyways.. yeah.. give him hell. People keep telling me not to do that but.. I don’t think it’ll make much difference. I’ll be fine.

I can try and talk to him. Well…honestly, I’d prefer if you didn’t, because I’d hate to see retaliation. But at this point…you’re playing a different game than you were when you were unclaimed. And now you’ve got different cards to play with, and my strategy…my strategy would never work with you. And I know you well enough to know you’re not going to take it all lying down and you’re going to bite back sooner or later.

(Source: gracefabray)