Grian Oneshots

120 ~ Found

TW: Derealization(?); Panic Attack;

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The blonde's hair had darkened and dulled over time. His brash blue eyes faded to a dull more sad dark blue, and his cocky smile of self assurance was replaced by a blank face. He had became weak and given up.

His eyes were trained on the ground as the footsteps approached him. He was mostly certain the Void was playing tricks on him again. The chains on his wrists and ankles held him in a kneeling position, so he would've had to look up to see the person.

A hand grabbed his head, and pulled it up to look at him. The man's helmet covered his face, but his eyes were visible through a purple visor. He closed his eyes and looked down again. He heard a sword leaving the sheath, he flinched and tried to back away from him.

The man set his sword down on the ground and tried to calm down the blonde, but tears began running down his cheeks. His eyes were trained onto the sword, making sure to keep it in his sight. The armored man hugged him, causing him to stop in suprise. The sword was picked up and came down on the chains.

The blonde hid his face in the armored man's chest, and closed his eyes while he relaxed into the man. How long had passed since he got a hug? The tears slowed down as he relaxed.

...

He woke up when light hit his eyes, causing him to recoil. He hid his face in the man's chest, and thought about why there would be light. The light disappeared and he heard the man rustle with keys before opening a door. They walked in and someone began to say hello. The other person stopped and asked who the blonde was. A simple 'later' stopped the quiet conversation, and he was taken through the house to a bed. He was laid down on it, and he turned away from the light.

He pulled his knees to his chest, and kept his eyes closed. It was extremely hot compared to the Void.

"I can get you some shades, but my friend is going to make sure your not injuried." One said, resting his hand on the blonde's forehead.

He nodded, opening his eyes to glance at him. He closed his eyes from the brightness. He laid down on his back, and some shades were placed on his face. The person who placed the shades on him sat down next to him. He opened his eyes and looked around. Sure it was still bright, but he didn't have to close his eyes.

The room was somewhat cluttered, but it didn't seem weird to him. He looked at the men in the room, noticing the armored one was the one next to him. One walked into the room, and smiled to him.

"What's your name?" The man asked, sitting down on the other side of him. "I'm Joe."

"Mine?" He asked, his voice weak.

Joe nodded, smiling softly down at him.

"...Grian..."