Warnings: Death
Relationship: Grian/Etho
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Grian awoke to shuffling beside his bed. Etho was asleep still, or at least he looked like it. Grian listened closer to the shuffling of fabrics then suddenly heard a male whisper, seemingly to himself, 'You have to let them in.' Grian pretended to be asleep and curled closer to Etho.
He then felt tapping on his shoulder that felt like Morse code, Don't move. He knew that was Etho, so he remained where he was.
In a flash, the rustling stopped and footsteps were heard walking towards them, "I know you're awake."
Grian's blood ran cold. He knew that voice. He KNEW that voice.
"You've always been cute when you slept." He felt the calloused hand on his shoulder rolling him onto his back, "Shh...."
Grian didn't move. He couldn't move. His breathing got faster, his body tensed as he started feeling his powers starting to flare.
"Go away..." Grian said shakily, "Please just go..."
Grian heard a click, his hand reached for Etho, but a loud shot rang through the room.
After a moment, Grian searched his body for any holes or wounds, there were none. He looked at Etho who had sat up. A small handgun was in his hand, Etho got up and inspected the dead body after turning on the light.
"Are you okay?" Etho asked, seeing Grian trembling, he sat beside him and held him close, "Hey, hey, breathe. I'm here, he can't hurt you anymore. I'll call X."
Grian moved his face into Etho's chest, hiding himself from the dead.
