uncomfortably numb.

G R E Y S O N - H O L L O W A Y Twenty-Nine. Werewolf. You're stealing all the breath out of my lungs Got me in the dark speakin' in tongues Tell me, when did this stop being fun?

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ABOUT GREYSON: Sometimes I feel like I'm a silhouette, my imitation leads me towards regret.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Greyson Cade Holloway

NICKNAME(S): Grey

AGE: Twenty-Nine

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man He/Him

FACE CLAIM: Logan Lerman

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′9″

WEIGHT: 150 lbs.

DATE OF BIRTH: August 12th, 1992

ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist

SPECIES: Born Werewolf, Turned 9 years ago

STATUS: Beta Wolf

HOBBIES: Poker, Motorcycling, Smoking, Pool, Baseball

HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, NY

FAMILY

MOTHER: Camille Holloway ( née Cooper )

FATHER: Sean Holloway

TWIN SISTER: Freya Holloway

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: ASSAULT, DEATH]

His whole life, Greyson had watched over his twin to ensure that he’d see her the next day due to her affinity with illegal substances. The role of protector came early on with being the older sibling by ten whole minutes and being born into a family of werewolves. Camille Holloway only wanted the best for her children, but Sean had other plans. He wanted them to be prepared if the gene decided to make itself known. Once Greyson hit puberty he could feel something change within him, every little thing that went wrong sent him over the edge, even if the moment only lasted a second. There was no denying the werewolf gene taking over his senses, once calm and suddenly a loss on the baseball field felt like his entire world was going to explode and that was something he didn’t see in his sister. He turned twenty and decided to celebrate the best way he knew how, a local club in Brooklyn. Greyson put up a good fight to convince his parents to let Freya come out with him, a decision he’d soon regret by the end of the night. Hours of losing count of drinks passed and Grey followed his sister out into the alleyway, letting his rage fuel him as he put himself between her and another patron.

Anger got the best of him, the curse fully triggering itself once the man succumbed to his injures and passed on after the lights of life support flickered off. The Holloway’s didn’t want that burden hanging over their only son’s head and with only their family pack to call home the word a small town that was crawling with creatures like them acted like a beacon of hope. Sean was a loss, the anger boiling from Greyson's late night encounter was nothing he'd ever seen before and the only answer they could find was to seek out an Alpha stronger than himself. They found a permanent home two years ago, settling in just in time for Greyson to find an apartment on his own and be taken under the wing of a new pack leader to get his fresh abilities under control.

NOTABLE HEADCANONS

Greyson met Blue Sweeney back in Elementary School and quickly hit it off until The Holloway’s did some digging into the boy’s family. They warned their son to be weary of him and the things they were about thus causing the two boys to drift apart. They’d meet again as teenagers years later, bumping into each other after sneaking off into clubs. The two picked things up where they left off each time Blue popped into the city, Greyson ignoring his parent’s words as he focused on having an amazing time with his long lost best friend. 

Ages 20-27 were spent traveling from NY to WA with frequent stops along the way. They’d stop to recover, ask questions, deal with the full moon, etc. Making friends and allies along the way until they reached the town they heard so much about.

Greyson doesn’t see a point to commitment, or hasn’t yet. Moving around a lot helped with not getting too attached to someone else romantically. Definitively known for going out and having a great time with whoever he ends up running into.

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Friends was a strong word, one she may not exactly use out loud even if it were true. But yeah, Leighton wasn’t one to just openly admit to liking someone’s company like that either. But whatever, there they were. “You know, you can’t just shush me and then ask me a question in the same breath,” Leighton retorted, just totally disregarding the fact that silence was typically better in the room when someone was giving another a permanent tattoo. Even the guy in the seat glanced over at her, to which Leigh just sent him a say something, I dare you look.

“Who ever said I was avoiding it?” they countered, pulling out their phone. “If I’m going to get something permanently inked on my body, I’m going to take my time thinking it through.” Leighton’s eyes rolled as she aimlessly scrolled through whatever page on her phone she’d found herself on. “I’m not getting some cliché infinity symbol on my wrist, live laugh love on my arm, or a butterfly tramp stamp.”

He didn’t know what it was exactly about Leighton, maybe it was the fact that the company was never horrible and that seemed like a good enough excuse to want more of it. “You’re in my shop, who decided you’re the one who makes the rules? That’s my job.” Greyson was able to go back and forth with them all day if that’s what it came to, though she usually gave in while turning their attention over to a bigger source of entertainment. She was around for a good share of tattoo failures, not on his part but watching as some of his customers decided they couldn’t handle the pain halfway through. His eyes were still concentrated though the direction of his voice would tell someone otherwise.

“Me, just now. Maybe the fact that you’re still sitting rather than committing?” Greyson added with a laugh as he put the final touches on the tattoo in progress. “Right and how much time exactly were you thinking? This century?” He teased watching as their eyes focused on the screen in front of their eyes. “What’s wrong with a lower back tattoo? I think you might be able to rock the wings.” He gave her a smirk before motioning to one of the tattoo books of his work on the table in front of them. “Maybe one of those will inspire you...there’s got to be something meaningful in that head of yours. You’ll find it.”

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LOGAN LERMAN Indignation (2016) dir. James Schamus

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atomicisms​:

Starter for @misdirecteddimes​ !

“We might be in a murderer’s house, just an FYI. Whatever happens, don’t split up. That’s how people get killed in HORROR MOVIES, you know?”

“Where the hell did I let you lead me?” Greyson questioned as his eyes scanned the threshold. Each step was small, his gaze moving to his feet to make sure he could see where they landed in front of him. “Don’t split up and make a mental note to never let you pick where we hang out again.” He shook his head but his words were quickly followed with a laugh as he followed her lead. “Tell me, how many horror movies have you seen to prepare for this? Do we have good odds?”

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feignedhues​:

“By sleeping naked, so can you do me a favor and quit pinning the sheets so I don’t give you a free show,” Blue huffed, eyes closing once more as he pinned the pillow over his head. Sleep, however, was far from coating his voice. It was evident that he’d been awake for hours, especially by the way he moved quickly in protest of any interruption. 

Still, Blue didn’t move completely away from Greyson. There had been some distance between the two since the attack, let alone figuring out just why their friendship had been stretched thin over miles from his move, but Blue didn’t push him away. He seemed to live turning the cheek towards his best friend, slowly letting himself turn back. Guilt had yet to settle into what he did in the context of what him and Fionn were, Blue’s own affliction a different matter, but it began to itch at him slowly. As long as he closed his eyes, he could pretend they were all back in New York were anything odd could be explained by a heavy hangover. 

“You’re saying that like there’s something I haven’t seen before beneath these sheets.” Greyson was laughing and despite his best friend’s warning he continued to shift until he was finally comfortable against the mattress. Fresh from a night out it was clear he wouldn’t be getting any sleep alone, the heat in the room working against him as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Blue was someone who’d been around for large amounts of Greyson’s life, mostly drunken, but it was safe to say he became someone to count on. Though they were separated for a while, every time they met their friendship seemed to continue where it left off. 

The friendship has been proven to withstand a lot, though there were a lot of new parts that Greyson could still barely wrap his head around. His friend had disappeared for a while, leaving him behind to focus on his family and his new found powers. His werewolf side was unstable, fueled by rage he preferred to keep tucked away and pretend wasn’t there at all. When he was with Blue it seemed more manageable, to the point where he could push it away like it didn’t exist at all and focus on the glow of neon lights. He rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling, slowly turning his head toward the man beside him. “Can’t sleep either?”

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atdxwnbreak​:

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Sometimes Leighton just invited herself to places without any indication of the other person wanting her there. But that wasn’t her problem. Upon recently having met a werewolf named Greyson through a few poker matches at the bar, she ended up sometimes showing up at the tattoo parlor just because. Leigh could definitely be mocking toward other species every now and then, but there were still some she found herself getting along with. That werewolf was apparently one of them. And he knew how to banter, something Leigh was a fan of.

“Oh, suck it up,” Leighton scoffed in irritation at the customer whining as he was getting his tattoo done. “You wanted this.” Rolling their eyes over on the couch, the vampire continued to read through some random gossip magazine.

Greyson didn’t like to dwell on how he and Leighton became friends, rather that now he seemed to be stuck with them. One night during poker turned into a week routine, soon spreading to her showing up at places he frequents. He wouldn't dare telling her how much he actually enjoyed their company, instead it was easier to continue their natural flow of banter.

He lifted the tattoo gun from his customer’s skin, raising his hand to his lips to mouth the word ‘shh’. “When are you finally going to suck it up and sit in this chair yourself? You talk a big game for someone who keeps avoiding it.” Greyson shook his head, letting out a laugh before going back to finalize the design.

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ashlxstsxuls​:

There was so much going on in Ashwick recently that Matthew wondered if the best option was to leave the place altogether. It wasn’t as if he was a saint, he had his fair share of kills but he never meant to hurt anyone. Matthew had been controlling it a little better lately, won’t attack a human out of nowhere anymore but it’s still very hard for him to know when to stop while feeding. The last thing he wanted though was to get blamed for the killings happening around town, with the fancy displays and everything. So Matthew has been trying to stay in the shadows, only going for a hunt when he can’t handle his hunger anymore. Matthew had been following the person for a few minutes now and when they entered a dark alley, he went for the attack. Matthew grabbed the woman from behind and pushed her against a wall. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled before biting her on the shoulder. He was so into his feeding, he failed to hear the footsteps approaching from behind them. @ashwickstarters​

Of all days to use the alley shortcut, today Greyson came face to face — well bite with a vampire in the middle of feeding. This wasn’t his first rodeo, having some time to come to terms with all the supernatural creatures that took residence in Ashwick. He hoped he could avoid the scene, but as he approached that idea slowly became impossible. He paused, clearing his throat and moving to do a side step while the man went about his business. The man caught sight of blood, a subtle enough stream that started to trickle down the woman’s arm and distracted Greyson from his movements as he knocked into a trash can. “Ah, fuck.” He stumbled, catching himself before he collided with the concrete. “Don’t mind me...just passing through...pretend I’m not even here.”

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feignedhues​:

open to: greyson holloway | @misdirecteddimes​ location: blue’s apartment

The bed usually grew cold at this hour, a consequence of conflicting schedules. Then again, Blue had seemed to orchestrate it out of spite. Some nights he followed a lead and while the marks of a fight healed, he stayed away from Fionn. He knew he couldn’t hide it from him, but at the very least he wouldn’t lie next to him. No matter how hard he scrubbed off the blood, it lingered alongside the adrenaline that numbed the healing. By morning, his body would be the same all except for the weight in his chest that only seemed to grow. 

Now, though, there was a warmth that radiated beside him. The twin mattress seemed to groan against a different presence, one that didn’t know the rules of making the most of space or just where Fionn’s body would lie at night. 

“Greyson,” He huffed into his pillow as he turned to decide if he’d shove him off or pull the blanket out from under him. “You better have fuckin’ clothes on, I don’t care how hot this apartment is—“

Late nights usually involved sneaking in, though when this routine started it was purely by accident. A drunken stumble led him down a familiar path to his best friend’s house — his bed, the sheets still warm and welcoming. It’d become his haven when his mind was wandering, the steps almost seeming automatic now that there was a routine.

His body shifted into place against the sheets, getting himself comfortable before his head finally hit the pillow. The heat soon followed, something that was caught between comfort and misery. “You don’t have to lie, I know you’re happy to see me.” He mused, letting a smile spread across his features as he turned his head. “If you don’t want to start seeing skin you’re going to have to do something about the heat, how the hell do you survive in here?”

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Logan Lerman taken by Ana Corrigan.

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