The streets are unfamiliar and cold, the world asleep with no idea of the tragedy that happened in the night till dawn. The soft street lights flicker lightly and he can feel Sam's breath agains his neck and he feel Taurtis heart as he clings to his side. Now, this, this is very familiar.
It was a cold night as Grian walked home alone with his school bag, back then he'd probably have been what? 16? He was a payed professional even then, he was just trying to mind his own business and get home without running into any perverts because that meant having to hide a body and be clean and that meant energy and effort, he was exhausted and hoped he wouldn't run into any trouble. Turns out fate decided to shit on him because before he knew it he noticed some guy terrorising two teens that looked the same age as him, oh as if he'd let that happen. He quietly crept behind the stranger (most likely there as a plot device) and slipped his gun out the holder, with one swift click the stranger fell on his knees and to his side as blood pooled around from the hole in his head. Damn it, now Grian has some perverts blood on him and that means extra washing up.
Oh yeah.
He puts his gun in it's holder and puts his hands in a surrendering position as he looks over the two teens on the floor. He awkwardly smile, curse his anxiety, and offers a hand to them which is when he notices how absolutely scrapped they look - now, grian isn't one know to take in stray but can you blame him? I mean sure they look a little deranged and they have blood on their clothes that clearly doesn't belong to them but who is he to judge their mental health? I mean he doesn't have good stable mental health and he's also indulged in his fair share of cannibalism so who really gets to judge?
Well one thing led to another and he was carrying Sam on his back and Taurtis in his arms bridal style, he reasons with himself that it's only temporary and that he needs to just patch them up. And he does, he brings them home and cleans them, patches them up, sews their clothes brand new again, combs their hair, feeds them and nurses them back to health. And what do you know? They're more mentally messed up than he is, he doesn't know what they were doing in an alley way but he assumes it's the same business. There's only one problem, not them finding out he was a paid killer because they realised they all were, but the problem is; they won't leave.
Like ever.
He walks them to the bus and he comes home to find they've broken into his apartment again, they follow him around his house like lost puppies and eventually after what feels like an eternity they manage to break him down and he lets them stay. Suddenly his lonely apartment and lonely job is suddenly shared by two other people and honestly he'd never admit it because it would feed the bastards ego but he loves them around him, he loves their jokes and laugh and smiles and their company. He love them, their his one greatest weakness. But he's not in love with them, no no because he's straight, yes. 100% heterosexual. Mhmm. Yes.
Grians pulled out of nostalgia land by the sound of the key clicking into the door lock, he takes off his shoes and puts Sam who protests like he always does, 'clingy Twat', he thinks bemused. They get changed out of the blood soaked clothes and clean off, their wearing animal onesies because the two begged Grian to match them, he puts the dirty clothes in the hamper and sits on their couch. He hums contently as the two snuggle up to him and put a movie on, soon the end credits roll and he carries the two sleeping lovely pains in his side to bed, he has his own room and they share another but he knows that every night they always wake up and climb into his bed and he always lets them.
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Sam is now cannonically "Oleander Gore Winter Moonstuck"
Taurtis is now cannonically "Wisteria Mist Music Wolfsbane"
There are no debates THR
And I'm "Hydrangea Cyanide Larkspur Lovesick"
Yes these are all poison plants<3
