The Secrets Behind Them

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Grayson has been out nearly all night. I can't sleep, hell, I haven't been able to sleep for weeks. As of right now, I'm just staring at the ceiling in one of the what I assume to be a spare bedroom in this massive place.

The room is nearly silent, meaning it's not quiet enough to hurt my head but quiet enough for me to hear my own eyes blinking. This room gives off slightly eerie feelings, like if something bad has happened here before. The ceiling is painted a fairly odd color with it's magenta hue. With the lights off, however, the color looks more maroon. Which brings my mind to another subject. That group of people I want to meet.

I really do doubt they'd actually want to be friends with me, but I'd do anything to join them for something. Maybe I could collect their powers. Arthur's empathy sounds so unique, it's such a rare power to have. Maybe I'll manage to get Grayson in a long lasting relationship. I mean, Arthur isn't able to be mind controlled thanks to him being an empath. The relationship between them will be strong...not that I know anything about that.

"Ssh...sssh..." A sudden noise interrupts my thoughts and ideas, causing my body to jolt. "In here, I don't think he's in this room." The same voice from outside this room's door speaks. Then, the door handle twists, leading to the door cracking open. My initial reaction is to stuff myself under the covers.

Heh, no sign of Tahain.

I realize that the voice and thoughts belong to Grayson. He's home.

"Alright, sweetie, shall we continue what we started now?" Grayson adresses another person in the room, which is when I hear a deep voice get introduced to my ears. "Mhm...Grayson.." An instant release of sweat covers my entire body and my face grows hot. Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Smooches are then heard, along with the deeper voice lightly gasping when a smooch is heard after a longer time compared to the others. My virgin ears...what the fuck?!

Suddenly, I hear a body slam into the door, causing it to slam with a crash. Shit. I'm locked in now. This is when I begin hearing Grayson's voice as well. He's now probably moaning into the other person's mouth, considering I can hear his voice but muffled along with slurpy noises. Honestly, I just want to die in a hole right now.

"Gah...hah...Gray...Grayson!" The deep voice yelps out of the blue, then all I hear is heavy breathing and boots stomping my way. Oh hell no. Grayson's thoughts get louder as if he's getting closer or something. No no no no no NO NO NO NO. My mind is racing, I try to hold my breath but my fast beating heart requires me to breathe. I then feel his hand on my chest as he grasps the blanket and yanks it off of me. "Goddammit, Tahain!" My body freezes from both the cold air I've been exposed to and Grayson's voice slightly echoing in the room. I stare up at the ceiling, where I can see that purple light reflects off of everything in the room. My eyes are glowing.

"Is that the guy you were talking about?" The other person asks, coming closer to the bed. I study this person's features, noticing that he's a urian scyra with three pink dots going down his forehead. Each one is smaller tham the one above it as well. He also has blue hair and ocean-like eyes. Now that I think about it, most of his appearance has some form of blue in it.

Grayson turns the man, sighing before pulling his face near the other's ear. He whispers, "Go home and forget about what just happened." The man then emotionlessly agrees, leaving out the door. Grayson follows after him but comes back and turns on the light and sitting by my feet on the bed. I slide up from laying down and sit back against the headboard of the bed. When Grayson sits down, he doesn't seem angry or mad at me. He doesn't quite look happy either.

My eyes are still shining rather bright, I can see purple light reflecting off of Grayson's solid gold choker. The sight of the golden item leads me to wonder where he got it, but I shouldn't focus on that right now. "Tahain." Grayson releases the tension in his shoulders right as he turns to meet eyes with me. "Stop staring at me." He frowns, but then grins. He giggles and paps my leg. "Are you staring at my jewelry or ears?" He questions me, giving a gentle smirk.