Date: January 1, 2021 Time: 12:10 AM Location: Winter Festial
Town events weren’t particularly his thing, but every single one tended to bring some kind of hardship. It was concern and curiosity that pulled him out tonight, to see if something would happen, to see if he could help if something did.
But even in his wildest dreams, he hadn’t expected anything like this.
Now, people were everywhere and spirits were everywhere and all he could do was stare because he saw old war buddies that he hadn’t been able to save, only those of supernatural origin, and he had to force himself to remain in this present moment, memories of the war flashing through his mind.
Grey pushed his way through the crowds, looking for anyone who might be in need of help, who might need assistance as he ignored any shaded faces of those he once knew and avoided the possibility of seeing more (his mother, his uncle, Dom’s family, any of those his mother had ordered the slaughter of). Finally, he found someone on the ground and knelt down, reaching out a hand to their shoulder. “Do you need help?” he asked.
In the chaos, Julian had been separated from Avery and, eventually, pushed to the ground. Mere seconds later, Grey marched up to him and offered a hand. Julian blinked up at the much larger man and pushed himself up, nodding hastily. “I am... I am alright. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a wife to... oh. Oh my. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, man.”











