mOnStEr (LgBt+)

He sneaks around, peering around the corner and quickly stumbling back when he hears voices down the hall. His heart is racing, beating wildly inside his chest and causing an ache he's all too familiar with. He bites his lip at the feel of his gills fluttering open and closed. His body thrumming with anticipation and excitement. The twitch of his pointed ears tickle at the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.  Webbed hands closing and opening in fists. He licks his sharp teeth and prepares with bated breath. The reluctant steps slow to a stop. He counts to three. One... Two... The steps resume. Echoing further and further away. He's left confused, befuddled. He leans around the corner to watch the retreating form, failing to realize someone stands behind him. It's only when he releases the breath he held in so deeply that he notices the person looming behind him. His pale blue eyes, nearly the color of the grey skies above, widen in shock as a dagger is pressed against his throat. Just as thunder makes the windows tremble, a voice full of disbelief whispers his name, "Grey?" He can't help the tear that slides down his cheek as the sharp blade digs a little deeper, "hi, Bee."