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March 18th, 2021 
crunchy: (09)
[The only thing that's consistent is this: Grace never seems to come out when Gwynne is around.

Otherwise, when she makes her appearances, it's almost impossible to tell at first glance whether she's an Otherworld demon in disguise, or herself. Sometimes she is herself. Sometimes she really is the woman that Isaac knew, and not just a demon wearing her face, to be scared off and shot at and pelted away from the house. Which implies odd things about how she's being held by them, but she never answers any of Isaac's questions about how she's being treated or what she does when she's not with him.

Anyway, he's an observant type, being a handy-dandy engineer and all. He's probably noticed by now that Grace has started doing something that the demons using her body never bother with. Whenever she appears in his home — never too far from where her stomach is being held — she shows up in the kitchen, and she's always cutting vegetables, such that the sound of her knife against the cutting board punctuates all of her quiet little remarks. Have you eaten, Isaac? How is Gwynne? What about darling Cassius?

I see. That's good. All is well, then. That's good.


Otherworlders, they wouldn't know how to cook. They wouldn't even know how to fake it if they tried.

The vegetables disappear whenever she does, unfortunately, so he does still have to make his own meals — and anyway, would he really still eat her cooking after everything that's happened? — but even so, Grace doesn't seem especially bitter about it. She only ever smiles, in her cryptic way. Maybe the time she spends with him is all she has left. Maybe, after these ridiculous, comically depressing moments of solace, she goes back to the Crimson Horizon, to be tortured and interrogated.

But if that's the case, she doesn't show any signs of distress when he rounds a corner in his home and finds her in his kitchen again, cutting up a pile of carrots that never seems to lessen no matter how long she works.]


Welcome home, Isaac. Find anything nice in the junkyard?
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