Grian Oneshots

185 ~ Repetition ~ The Final

This is the last Oneshot for this book. Good grief it didn't take long at all. I am writing this at 3am. Also I almost spelt bedroom as breadroom. Tf is wrong with me???

Mild Hermit!Tommy

TW: YHS; Death; Murder; Threats; Graves; Anxiety; Mentions of Depression; Implied SH;

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Grian woke up gasping for air and tears running down his face. (He was thankful he wasn't screaming because he had a guest over.) He sat up quickly, and threw his legs over the side of his bed. With his elbows on his thighs, Grian held his face as the tears slowed to a stop.

He took in a shaky breath, held it for a while, before letting it out. He continued this until it was only a slight pounding of a headache, and not his mind running a thousand miles an hour (though he could never truly get stop that part.)

"Come on..." Grian murmured to himself, standing up. The wooden floor was cold but helped ground him. It send a sharp stab of pain up into his calf, and it helped remind him he was here, not there.

Grian let out another breath as he stood there for a moment. He walked towards his bedroom door, and down his stairs before ending in the kitchen. While he wanted a cup of tea, Tommy was most likely still asleep and he needed to stay that way. Tommy rarely got sleep...

So Grian walked outside instead. The landing on his mansion would work quite nicely. He sat down a few steps from the landing, and stared up at the stars.

The cold chilled him to the bone, but once again reminded him that he was cold on his steps, and that he was on the Hermitcraft server. Not the unbearable heat of being forced to dig multiple graves in one night, and if he didn't, he would probably be one of the graves' owners.

His ears twitched as a door opened up behind him. Being an Elf was sometimes cool, it meant people had a harder time sneaking up on you.

"Do you need something, Toms?" Grian asked, softly.

"Fuck off." Tommy returned, his voice was hoarse and dry.

Grian waited before patting beside him, inviting the Avian to sit down. He was shocked when he heard Tommy shuffle forward and sit down near him, not on the same step however (probably to keep an eye on Grian incase he tried anything.)

"Nightmares?" Grian asked, keeping his gaze on the sky.

"What about it." Tommy snapped.

Grian smiled softly. "I have nightmares too. No matter what, they will never go away."

"Why?"

Grian let out a breath as he pressed his hand into the stone steps. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell Tommy, but he wasn't going to lie to him.

"Cut me off, if you feel uncomfortable. I'm not gonna lie to you though." Grian said, closing his eyes. "I was very different in my teenage years. I was insensitive, irresponsible, rude, and an all around dick. But I was also dealing with a lot. That doesn't excuse my behavior, because I wasn't thinking about anything but my own survival."

"Survival?" Tommy asked.

"Yes. I grew up on a permadeath server like yours, except it was one life, not three. In highschool I had two best friends, Taurtis and Sam. Sam was a diagnosed sociopath with a record of hurting people. Sam murdered Taurtis and made me imitate him. He threatened to kill me and would stab me of I misbehaved. He started killing everyone at our school, but would force me to clean the bodies and dig the graves-"

"Can I... see your scars?"

Grian blinked in suprise as he glanced back at Tommy. "What?"

"Can I see your scars? I... I have my own scars and..."