"Too old," Abaddon answered with a small chuckle. "Looks can be deceiving, I suppose."
are you scared?//one on one (closed)
"Yes they can. How long were you stuck in that graveyard?"
"Mm…Good question. I think 200 years?" Abaddon said, trying to remember correctly
"That's…a really long time." Grayson said, shocked.
"Oh, it's nothing compared to how long I've been alive," Abaddon said nonchalantly
"That's still a really long time!" Grayson exclaimed.
Abaddon just shrugged. "It felt more like a week to me, since my perception of time is rather different from the average human's."
"Whoa really?" His eyes widened a little.
"It happens after you've been alive so long," Abaddon said with a shrug
"I guess it does.." Grayson sighed.
Abaddon hummed in agreement before leisurely floating around him
"Met any other people in the graveyard?"
"Nope. All the spirits there had moved on, unfortunately," Abaddon said with a sigh
“And no humans? For 200 years?”
"It was abandoned shortly after my last contract died. They said that since a witch died there it wasn't sacred anymore or something," Abaddon said with a shrug
“Well you’re lucky I came along then.” Grayson smiled a little.
"I am. No one's been to that graveyard, and I was trapped without a ho–without a contract," Abaddon hummed
“I see. Unfortunate..” Grayson sighed.
Abaddon hummed in agreement, returning to leisurely floating about
Grayson yawned a little, the sun reflecting off the building which made him squint his eyes.
Abaddon floated around idly, enjoying the sights
Grayson crossed the street and walked into a coffee shop. “You can’t eat anything can you?” He said, ordering himself something.
"Nope," Abaddon hummed. "I'm in your head, so I can't eat anything in the real world," he hummed
“Yeah I thought so..” Grayson said, paying and getting his coffee.
Abaddon eyed the coffee curiously. Now that he had a host, he could replicate things so that he could eat and drink them. With a little focus, he replicated the coffee for himself
Grayson took a sip and glanced over at Abaddon. “So you do eat?” He questioned curiously, walking out of the shop and back towards his apartment.
"No, but I can replicate things to eat and drink if I want," Abaddon answered
“Oh cool. And you can taste it?”
Abaddon hummed in agreement. "It's a mental construct, so yes."
“It’s really bitter, just sayin.” Grayson said.