"Hell no! I was just messing with you, playing tricks," Abaddon retorted, not liking the look Grayson gave him at all
are you scared?//one on one (closed)
Grayson laughed a little and laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He pulled out his earbuds and stuck them in, playing music quietly and closing his eyes, still smiling a little.
Abaddon flipped Grayson off stubbornly, his lips pursed as he crossed his arms
Grayson curled up facing Abaddon and rest one hand on his own head, as if protecting it from something.
Abaddon looked at Grayson with narrowed eyes. "What's that for?" he asked
"Keeps other peoples thoughts out of my head.." He said quietly. "I always sleep like this.."
"You do realize that I can say hi in your dreams since I live in your head, right?" Abaddon deadpanned
"Please don't.." He muttered sleepily, nudging Abaddon's leg with his foot.
"If you're asleep, I have to be in your head. I don't exactly have a choice," Abaddon said with a small laugh
"I'm just not even paying attention to you." Grayson said quietly, his voice quite the opposite of it's usual low and raspy sound.
Abaddon huffed and laid down beside Grayson. "You're so annoying," he mumbled
"I already knew that.." He whispered, resting his hand on Abaddon's face.
Abaddon started slightly when Grayson put a hand on his face, but he didn't move too much
Grayson dozed off, sighing quietly. His hand moved away from Abaddon's face and laid next to him on the bed.
Abaddon watched Grayson doze off, a faint frown on his lips. What was happening to him? He had never been so kind to someone before
Grayson whimpered a little and squeezed his eyes shut, tucking his head closer to his chest.
Abaddon raised a brow when he saw Grayson shifting. "What's wrong with you?" he muttered
“Too many people..” He said in a whisper.
"What do you mean, too many people? Hell does that mean?" Abaddon asked
Grayson opened his eyes. “Everyone’s thoughts just drift through my head. I have no control over who or what it is, it just happens. That’s why I’m always alone and mad at everything.”
"What if I think nothing for a long time? Since I'm literally in your head, would that cancel it out?" Abaddon suggested
“I don’t know..maybe..but why would you help me..” Grayson said, looking down at the blankets.
"Because you're annoying to listen to," Abaddon deadpanned
“I hate you.” Grayson muttered, turning the other way.
"Hate you too, babe," Abaddon hummed, grinning madly as he winked at Grayson
Grayson scowled and kicked him in the stomach with the back of his foot. “You’re giving me a headache.”
Abaddon just watched Grayson's foot go through his stomach. "You missed," he deadpanned before breaking into a fit of laughter
Grayson drew his legs up to his chest once more and wrapped himself up in a blanket, ignoring Abaddon.
Abaddon just huffed and flopped on top of Grayson boredly
Grayson groaned and shifted uncomfortably. “Get offfff..” He pleaded.