May 2013
greyfacewhispers:
“No I’ll… I mean I should… I guess.” Grey sighs clearly upset at the thought but he just doesn’t want Jo to be so angry, disappointed, and worried anymore. “Just… don’t follow.” He didn’t want her watching him feeding before, he certainly doesn’t want to have her watching him now. His cheeks burn in humiliation even saying he’s going to go do it. Grey grits his teeth and...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey relaxes when she cups his cheek, leaning into her touch. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles again, looking at her sadly. “I shouldn’t have upset you.” His shoulders slump tiredly.
Shaking her head, it takes a long moment before she lets her hand drop away again. “I shouldn’t have.. yeah.” Glancing up at him, Jo lets out a sigh before glancing back out to the...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey actually flinches back from her hand moving towards him because the tone in her voice is so hard and angry for a moment. “I’m sorry!” He blurts out impulsively, grimacing at the quavering sound in it.
She stares at him for a second, her raised hand hovering and shaking still for a second as all the anger at his words - or the other hunter’s words through him -...
greyfacewhispers:
“Maybe I deserve this.” Grey whispers quietly, looking at his wrists. “Maybe I deserve this for what I’ve done. What I am.” He spent so much time listening to Gordon repeating that and that he was terrible for Jo because of it, then Jo comes back hurt and proves it.
Jo clenches a hand around her own arm as his words make her twitch to reach out and either hug him or slap...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey shrugs. “You wouldn’t have half the things that are obsessed with you obsessed with you if it weren’t for me.” He look rubs his wrists slightly, making a slight face at the raw feel of them still.
“I think I had a fair few of them already swanning about without you ever entering the picture, hun. You’re not a cause of things that happened to me.” Jo...
greyfacewhispers:
“Jo… you and Harry are the only ones who like me and are human.” Grey says gently to refute her saying it wasn’t most people. He looks back at her, sighing. “Anything else that likes me is either another monster or a demon. So yeah maybe not everyone thinks I’m scum, but the ones that don’t are made up of evil things. That doesn’t speak well on my part.”
“Yeah well,...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey shakes his head, pulling away with her slightly. “And then what would we do with this guy? Plus it would mean using another person or more people.” He looks away from Jo when she says killing bad things isn’t bad. “I am a bad thing according to most people.”
“I don’t.. don’t know, we could work somethin’ out. Find someone that’s not a...
greyfacewhispers:
“I am the problem.” Grey says in a miserable voice. “Look at some of the things that happened to you because of me.” He can’t deny he’s bad for Jo, she’s always getting hurt because of him or doing things she wouldn’t because of him. He can see that now with what happened with Gordon. “There’s no options, you don’t get it. I can’t eat people, there’s not enough good energy...
greyfacewhispers:
“I’m the problem. I’m a monster, I have to hurt people or kill things to stay alive. And I get punished for that. I don’t want to be punished again.” Grey shivers violently for a moment thinking about it. “I don’t want to have anything else bad happen to me because of what I do or am.”
“You’re not a problem, Grey. You’re the opposite of a...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey grimaces. “It’s not about the pain.” He hunches his shoulders and ducks his head. “It’s not even about the demon.” He’s tired of death and tired of causing it. That’s why he got caught, he was being punished.
“Then what’s the problem?” Jo tilts her head back at him, squinting like the answer will pop up in front of him. “I’m happy to...
greyfacewhispers:
“What are we going to do, let it go? Not going to happen.” Grey chuckles bitterly. Jo saying she will take care of it after makes him frown, pulling his arms close to his body and crossing them over his chest. “I’m not comfortable with that idea either.”
She bites on her lip as he chuckles and pulls back slightly into himself, frowning at him. “It’s not like I...
greyfacewhispers:
He gets the jeans buckled and zipped before turning back around. “I know. I know it’s not.” He mumbles. “I just… don’t feel like killing anything. Even a demon.” He’s had enough time to think about pain and death, he’s not happy to imagine inflicting any. Grey leans on the sink. “And the energy I’d need, and the fact it’s a demon, would mean I have to.”
“You...
greyfacewhispers:
“I’ll… well there’s a demon. I could get that. Just need to get dressed first.” And maybe after another nap he thinks to himself. When she covers her eyes and holds out the jeans his lips twitch a bit in a quick smile. He pulls them on as quickly as he can without damaging his leg or having to really hop since he doesn’t want to pull at the stab wound.
Jo ducks her...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey makes a small sour noise of protest at her saying she needs to look at the wounds. He wraps the towel tighter, tucking it into itself to keep it up on his waist before taking the shirt and pulling it over his head. “No. I don’t really.” He admits, looking at the other clothes instead of at Jo. “But it’s fine. Nothing life threatening. It’s been worse before.”
...
greyfacewhispers:
Hearing the knock and then the door opening, Grey quickly moves the towel from his head to around his waist. “You’re supposed to wait a second after knocking before coming in.” He shakes his head, looking at what she’s brought. “No. A couple are still… bleeding a little.” He turns so the one on his leg is hidden on the other side of him away from Jo, not wanting her to see...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey hears Jo from inside the bathroom where he’s drying off gingerly with a towel. Besides the wounds on his neck and wrists there’s the deep gouge in his thigh and numerous other cuts or punctures from Gordon’s poking and prodding. Some of the smaller ones are scabbed over already but other ones bleed again on the towel as he pats himself dry. “Jo could you get me some...
Jo’d been trying not to head too far out of town, or really even too far away from the house - mostly doing calls and trading hunts with other hunters at the bar to cover those she and Grey weren’t going on themselves as she waited for the shadow to show any signs of improvement since she’d freed him. Thus far, nothing.
Deciding that he at least had to try some kind of steps,...
April 2013
greyfacewhispers:
Slowly and with a heavy sigh, Grey opens his eyes for a minute to look at her. “I just…” He begins, trying to keep the rasp out of his voice and stop it from breaking. “want to lay here for a little while okay? I haven’t slept since…” How had it been now, he struggles to put the right time to it before giving up. “Since Gordon grabbed me. I don’t want to do anything but lay...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey shakes his head. He knows he needs it, he knows he needs the energy. That doesn’t make it any less scary. Still everything seems very distant and unimportant now. “Just you.” He mutters. “Just need you.” He wants her to stay with him. Even though he knows she should be going to take care of herself.
“O..okay?” Jo bites down the spike of worry that...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey shudders at the thought of there being a demon in the house even though he knows it’s probably in no state to do anything after dealing with Amon. He lets Jo take his hand and attempt to doctor his wrist, gritting his teeth at the small flares of pain coming from the raw or burned areas. He shakes his head at her offer. “M’fine.” He tilts his head back closing his eyes...
greyfacewhispers:
He can hear Jo doing something at the back door but Grey just lays on the couch with his eyes closed. Upon hearing her come back in the room and offer him water he slowly opens them again, reaching out to take the glass with a shaky hand. He gulps down the water quickly, relieved to be able to drink without his lips, tongue and throat burning. He sets the glass down on the...
greyfacewhispers:
As Grey steps into the hallway and shuffles along with his shoulder against the wall, he realizes there is no way he’s making it up the stairs. Right now he feels like they are a million miles high. He pauses for a moment, breathing shakily and wondering what he should do. Then he pulls himself off the wall and staggers into the living room, catching himself on the couch...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey makes a worried noise at her description. He shuffles towards the house, more determined now not to lean on her since her injuries are obviously worse than she lets on. He mounts the steps with difficulty, waiting for her to get the door open and leaning on the wall beside it.
She hovers behind him as they move up from the street, obviously concerned and keeping as...
greyfacewhispers:
“Stitches?!” Grey says in raspy alarm. He shifts in the seat. “Concussion?!” When she gets out and opens the door for him, offering her hand, he can only give Jo an exasperated look. “Supposed to take care of yourself…” He tries to get out of the car without her help. “First.”
Jo rolls her eyes back at him, even as she keeps her hand out, ready to help or catch him if...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey shakes his head. “Not-“ He starts coughing again, feeling like he’s got sandpaper in his throat. The water bottle is sitting in the bag in the backseat and he wants it but doesn’t want to try and get it so he just has to let it pass. “Not nothing.” He says when he finally stops. He gives Jo a pleading look. “How bad?”
The bouts of coughing has her definitely worried,...
greyfacewhispers:
“So he’s going to be bothering you?” Grey frowns. He doesn’t like the bitterness in her voice. He frowns deeper at the shrug and smile when she mentions Gray. “He… hurt you?” So this is definitely his fault. He sinks back down in the seat with a disgusted and sad look on his face. Jo was working with Gordon only because Gordon caught him and that’s the reason she was...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey doesn’t relax in the car but he does close his eyes. He can hear Jo making uncomfortable noises and he opens them again. “What happened… to you?” Grey murmurs, looking her over for injuries. He feels sick to his stomach that she got hurt because of him. He sits up from his slouch in the seat. “Gordon?”
“Gordon’s not goin’ to be bothering us any...
greyfacewhispers:
He nods at her saying she’ll send Amon out, though he hopes whatever he brings back isn’t too lively he doesn’t have the strength to fight anything right now and won’t for a while. Grey braces himself against the car when she slips out from under his arm. When she opens the door he shuffles around to sink into the passenger’s seat. He feels badly Jo had to get the door open...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey keeps slowly making his way, occasionally stumbling or tripping. He feels so weak and exhausted right now. When he realizes Jo asked him something he turns his head to look at her, wincing slightly as it pulls at the burns on his neck. “Not… really.” He obviously can’t lie and say he’s okay. He’s happy to be going home but at the same time he’s dreading it. Home is...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey corrects himself, pulling most of his weight off Jo. He looks down at his feet in shame when she says it’s not his fault. He starts moving again, ignoring the table where the bag of Gordon’s torture kit sits as they pass it. He can’t suppress the shudder he feels however thinking about it.
It takes a fair few minutes to get through the doorway, down the disused...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey leans on her, glad for the support and attempts to move forward again. He just wants to be out of here now. He just wants to get home, crawl under their bed, and never come out again. He coughs slightly but not as bad as he was doing. His foot slips and he catches himself on Jo, wincing when he realizes he’s probably hurting her. “Sorry.” He whispers hoarsely. “I’m...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey reaches out to grab her warm hand in his cold one. He can tell Jo wants to pull him out of the chair and isn’t so he tries to stand again, slower this time. He makes it all the way up but he’s legs still shake. He takes a small step them stumbles down to his knees. The blood rushing back to his feet causes a pins and needles feeling that hurts and makes his feet feel...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey looks blankly at the pills and water. The pills won’t do him much good but he’s so thirsty. He wants real water not that iron water from hell Gordon was forcing him to drink. Obediently he takes the water and the pills but chokes trying to swallow them. His throat is so rough it hurts him a fair bit getting them down and he shakes his head at the rest of the offered...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey doesn’t want to cry but he starts anyway. Jo can’t make these kinds of promises, there’s nothing she can do to keep them. Or nothing that wouldn’t put her neck on the line. Grey doesn’t want to raise his hands to wipe off the tears so he just lets them roll down his cheek, still trembling. Jo’s touch is the only thing keeping him grounded, pain just a dull throbbing...
greyfacewhispers:
At the touch Grey opens his eyes again to look at her. “No.” He whispers. “Nowhere safe.” He thought he was safe on the front steps of his home. He was right outside, he still got grabbed. All the demonic wards, all the devil’s traps, it all meant nothing. He thought he was safe with those. He was wrong. “Not safe.”
Worrying her lip between her teeth, the blonde...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey tries to make a worried noise but it just comes out as a moan when the iron comes off his wrists, shakily lifting his hands to inspect the damage. The skin is completely burned and raw, in some places his skin has actually burned away to reveal muscle. His neck should fair a little better since the chain around it didn’t rub so much but it’s still going to be bad. Grey...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey makes a high noise of distress when she mentions him getting up. He wants her to be safe more than he wants to get up. He settles with her hand on his knee but he can’t stop the flinching that comes with every snip of every wire or the shuddering in disgust as he hears Jo talking to the maniac hunter who put them in this position. He coughs loudly, trying to smother the...
greyfacewhispers:
At first he thinks she must be talking to Bobby over the phone, though he doesn’t know why. He just seemed like someone Jo would call if she needed help. Grey’s stunned to hear “Walker”, shifting noticeably in horror with a pained expression on his face. He shakes his head more determinedly, Gordon is not going to tell her how to stop the bomb. She’s going to get herself...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey feels relieved when her fingers brush his. He wants her to go so she’ll be safe but he doesn’t want to be alone in here again. He doesn’t want to be alone waiting for Gordon to come back or to die. His finger’s twitch under Jo’s, if he weren’t in so much pain he’d turn his hands to squeeze them. As she talks he remembers the bomb and shakes his head weakly. He has a...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey jerks at the sound, eyes wide before realizing it was Jo speaking. “Jo…” He coughs brokenly. “Gordon… coming back… don’t want…” He chokes before he can say he doesn’t want her here, she’s not safe here. He wonders what she’s got in the bag. Trying to talk again he gets out a few more raspy words. “Have to leave… you’re not… going… get hurt.” He lapses into ragged...
greyfacewhispers:
Grey’s lost track of time, he no longer knows how long he’s been trapped in this chair. Any minute now he expects Gordon to barge back in here and start torturing him again. Or torturing Jo in front of him, he’s horribly afraid that’s what’s coming next. He moves his hands slightly, moaning in pain as the burns rub up again the iron again. He’s going to have permanent scars...
firerazorsblood:
“No. I absolute have no use for you trying to play nurse for me. Save your strength for your pet shadow, I’m sure he’ll more than need it.” Gray snaps. He rolls the uninjured shoulder at her thanks, waving a hand with a disgusted look on his face. “You wouldn’t need to be thanking me if you’d not trapped me in the first place. So shut up.” He turns to walk off, still...
firerazorsblood:
Gray laughs at the noise but then growls at being dragged. “Who said I needed your help digging them out?!” He snarls, twisting away from her. “You should just be happy I decided that was your punishment instead of killing you or the runt!” He wipes his bloody hands on his coat, grousing and muttering sullenly. “You do anything like that though and I will.”
Jo shoots him a...
perfectly-humane:
firerazorsblood:
Gray looks up to glare at Jo. “I know what I’m doing, I don’t need your direction.” He snaps irritably and squashes Gordon down further. He repairs what he can of the damage first, not everything though, he still needs to dig the iron out later. When he’s got that done he starts to fix Gordon with Whispering. “Listen up hunter, you’re going to forget this...