The Secrets Behind Them

۵{Nightmare Scyra and "Shortie"}۵

"Good greif. Dude, you're awful." I grunt, pushing a drunk scyra off my shoulder. I don't even know what he looks like, I just know that he has ridiculously long black hair. The bartender gazes over the scene of the crowded tavern. His neon green eyes halt at the sight of the drunken scyra leaning on me, then his eyes meet mine.

"Is he bothering you?" The urian scyra steps forward, that's when it comes to me that the guy is literally almost seven feet tall. I am...intimated.

"U-uh...um...n- I mean yeah. Yeah, he's real annoying." I choke over my words, the urian only laughs. I straighten up my figure, causing the drunken scyra to let out a groan. I glance down at him, getting weak and sorrow filled eyes back. I take this split second to fully realize the rarity if his eye color. This man has pearl-white irises with tints of gray here and there. I've only seen one other pair of eyes like that in my entire eyes. I bring my attention back to the other scyra in the conversation, finding him with his forehead in his palm.

"Xavier," the scyra resting his head on me groans, "why won't you let me get more beer? I'm sad." The pearl eyed scyra flops his palm onto the counter, expecting more alcohol from the urian. The urian whaps the hand back into the smaller scyra's lap. I'm guessing Xavier is the giant urian scyra.

"You're sad because you're drunk, Sam," Xavier turns around to grab a rag from a bin, "and it's not my fault you nearly killed that little tiny scyra today." He glares back at the guilty drunk, who now has his face burried into my shoulder. Sam must be the little guy's name.

"I told you not to call me by my actual name!" Sam pulls his forehead off my shoulder to slam his arms onto the counter, causing my drink to vibrate. This is when I notice how loose his jumper is, the woven shirt is at least three sizes too big on him. Just under where the stretched out collar lays on his chest, I can see a black lined and dark violet filled pentagram poking out. The mark is leaning more so to the right side of his body. Sam glares back at me, probably feeling my eyes heavily on him. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Um." My entire body shifts away from Sam, now I'm feeling both his and Xavier's eyes on me. I have my own eyes focused on my thumbs, which are pretty much wrestling each other at the moment. It then comes to a massive shock when I feel fingers on my chin and my head being pulled closer to Sam. He stares into my eyes, then his gaze trails down the rest of my face. For a split second, I anticipate some sort of hot kiss but that's...not realistic. Although, I sure wish it was.

"You're Grayson, right? That actor that ditched the king for the gay life or whatever?" Sam digs his fingers into my cheeks, squishing my lips into a flower shape, and then roughly releases my face from his grasp. I don't sense disgust in his voice, but that doesn't make that little thing he just did any less rude. I may have ran away from my dad, but it wasn't purely for the joy of gay sex. Though, I must admit, it has been fun getting into people's pants.

"Jesus, Sa- Josh, you don't have to be a dick." Xavier playfully punches Sam...or Josh, and places his gentle hand on my arm. "I'm sorry for him being like this. He's got to be the most annoying person in this bar." I can't help but let out a small chuckle. I look up at the tall being, noticing that the urian has faded blue highlights in his blond hair.

"Ugh. I wasn't done," Josh continues, "my cousins were obsessed you you man. I don't know if they still are, but I know that one of them was totally into you in more than a fan way." Josh breathes out a weak laugh at the thought of his cousins. I can almost see the pain he feels when he remembers his family. However, Josh still shows a hint of a smile.

"Tell me more. I'm curious." I nudge Josh's arm with my elbow, receiving the most genuine twinkle. It almost feels as if Josh is the fan he claims his cousin is.