#; grayson (threads)

[bvttlebcrn]

grayson felt bad, sitting in on the art lecture without permission. he wasn’t even a student at the school, let alone paying for this class, but he wanted to know more about dr. hanson before approaching him with an offer. sure, one lecture didn’t tell him everything, but it did tell him enough, like how much dr. hanson cared about his subject, how he spoke to his students, how he taught his students. once the class was over, grayson held back, waiting until there was only two or so students waiting to speak to the professor so he didn’t have to worry about someone joining up behind him. “um, excuse me, dr. hanson, i wanted to ask you about some things . . . you’re not rushing off to another class, are you?” he finally asked once the room was clear except the two of them. ( @oliverhanscn​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

grayson always struggled to approach new vampires, even if he was hired by a clan leader to do so. however, the longer he waited, the more uncomfortable it would be, so grayson decided to finally approach clare when he saw her out and about one day. “um, excuse me ma’am?” he asked quietly, approaching timidly. ( @goldenxclare​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

grayson was, to say the least, ecstatic. he had finally found a steady client. he could relax and breathe a little. splurging on coffee no longer felt unobtainable. going and picking out expensive goat cheeses and honey from the local farm felt like luxury. it would be nice to see another human around wildemount too––grayson had heard one actually owned the allen farm. grayson had signed up for a tour as soon as he could. there he was, early in the morning, right on time for his tour. he walked into what looked like the main building and milled around until someone saw him. ( @matteoxallen​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

ever since lorcan had hired him, grayson had lingered around blood moon brewery in case any of the ryans needed him. except . . . he hadn’t really introduced himself to any of them. he was sure lorcan must have told them to expect him, and he hadn’t tried to hide his tattoo, so it would seem rude to assume they hadn’t realized his purpose, right? and god, they were so old, they probably didn’t really need him that often. 

but every day, the staff served him as a regular customer. he had grown so comfortable in his little corner booth that he often brought his computer or fell asleep. today, though, the manager––damien ryan––was coming in, and grayson knew it was finally time to introduce himself formally. grayson pushed open the door, waving at some of the staff that recognized him. “um, are any of the ryans in right now?” ( @damienryan​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

after awhile of no feedings, grayson tended to get . . . restless. he chalked most of it up to generations and generations of his family serving vampires––eventually creatures evolve to better serve their purpose. despite himself, grayson knew deep down that for him, it was almost like an addiction. he had trouble explaining it to other humans that had never been fed from. so, here he was, strolling in the park at night, keeping an eye out for any clientele. he made no effort to hide his mark, often flashing it to those he passed as an offering. eventually he sat down on a bench, knee bouncing impatiently. “come on,” he said quietly, under his breath. ( @nctgold​ )

[flcshandbcne]

{ @ofmcxie​ }

{ grayson & thea }

now that he’d finally gotten more information out of reagan about that party, he understood why so many of his fr––fellow omegas were skittish and moody, as of late. grayson’s fear involving the alpha mates had jumped even higher. the coalition really was transitioning this political fight into a full out war. realizing after his chat with reagan that thea had been at that same party, he immediately went to find her. he wanted to make sure she was okay, that nothing traumatizing had occurred. so, with two mugs of hot coco and bags of candy in each pocket, he padded his way to thea’s apartments. grayson bumped his hip against her front door; then, worrying his hip bump wouldn’t be enough to catch her attention, he tried his foot, and then followed it with a smack of his head against the door. grayson blinked away the tears from his eyes, eyes watering while his head throbbed terribly. it was then when he spotted the doorbell. grayson hit it with his elbow, hoping no one was witness to his humiliating attempts at knocking.

[flcshandbcne]

@rosaxlunar​

{ grayson & mia }

grayson was lounging in one of the freyr wood common areas, waiting for someone else to wake up and entertain him. he’d been up for hours, and now the sun was even shining. soon enough he was going to go and bang on each and everyone of their doors. he hung upside down off of one of the arms of the couch, wishing he could just . . . come and go as he please. was that so unreasonable? he stretched his arms out and yawned. he could always try going back to sleep.

before he could go through with that idea, a striking upside-down pair of shoes was heading towards him. he knew those shoes . . . grayson shot up when he finally recognized councilwoman mia. he jumped off the couch and headed towards her in barely concealed excitement. “councilwoman mia. here to check up on us today?”

[flcshandbcne]

{ grayson & svala }

{ @hiddendangersnhq​ }

apparently, it was grayson’s job to keep the rest of the omegas in freyr wood on a diet that was actually cultured. if he left it up to the knotheads, they’d be eating a casserole every night. sure, they offered to do the shopping for him, but how could he trust them to pick the right ingredients? grayson nodded to himself as he rehearsed this speech in his head. he couldn’t have those he intended to feed thinking he cared about them, particularly. 

grayson was looking through the produce when he spotted an apple roll past. raising his eyebrows, he went to look for the source and spotted a kid digging through the apples for the best one. he picked up the one that had rolled off and brought it over to her. he crouched next to her, picking up a few that had also dropped. “you know, you’re making a bit of a mess,” he said, voice soft with amusement. “the best apples aren’t in the middle, anyways. they’re always at the top.” with a smile, he stood and plucked the very top apple and held it out to the little girl.