I SAID IM ON MY LIFE SHIT AGAIN

IDK WHY

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it won't leave my mind this is just SUCH a perfect song :3 

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Grian awoke with a dramatic start. It was still dark, unnervingly so, as the shadows seemed to grab at his blanketed body. He groans, instinctively shaking his wings out, trying to clear the sand.

Wait.

What sand?

He's in the Keep. The Keep, not Monopoly  Mountain or something. Scar isn't dead, his entrails aren't scattered across Cacti, Grian isn't alone.

Right?

Wait, why is he thinking about Scar? That was over. It was over, he promised. Ok? Nothing more to add to that story, it's been signed and dotted and it's OVER. (gosh, I sound like im trying to convince myself here..)

Grian swears it's over, even if those motherfucking Watchers decided it wasn't good enough, that those final words didn't work, didn't click.

Nothing 'clicked' anymore. Not Grian & Scar, not why he can't just get fucking over it, Nothing.

God, Grian's basically Nothing, isn't he? He can't just ignore and pretend, even changing his fucking name didn't allow him to forget. Forget anything, really.

He's walked to the kitchen now, a dim, damp place. The base wasn't really coming along, which Grian supposes is a metaphor for him & Scar. A cruel joke.

That's what this all is, really, a cruel joke played one too many times. Yet, every time, Grian feels himself crumble just a little bit more.

He can only help but feel the cuts the others can't see.

God, Grian thought he'd locked Scar away, deep in his stupid photographic memory, behind a padded door. Yet, every night, he wakes to the harsh feeling of sand, sand, sand in his feathers, stuck to him, always. Scar grinning, the light hearted jokes and Grian's comments.

" Put your damned shirt on, Scar."

Ruffling his wings to rid it of the pesky, fine rock that loved to imbed itself in-between his feathers.

Ruffling his wings now, a constant fucking tic he just can't seem to get rid of. Watching Scar crumble just a bit more at the light hearted jokes turned sharp blades, pummeling and scratching the man's golden heart.

You know, maybe this isn't Grian's fault. Maybe it's Scar. Maybe it's Scar who won't forget, who refuses, even though Grian's ripped his heart out and mocked him and tried, tried so hard to shove him out.

The glass Grian was previously holding shatters. All that's left is stray shards of sharp glass, each a taunt, an eye, a voice laughing at him.

He clenches the past glass in his hands. The fractured pieces ( like his heart ) dig into his palm, and Grian can feel the warm wet drip down his hands.

Warm, warm like the desert sun, beating on Scar's back.

" PUT A SHIRT ON!! YOU'LL GET SUNBURNT!"

" Aww, did Birdie get too flustered to deal with it?"

Scar's tone was light, a fake mock. Grian grinned in response.

...

Grian- Grian was cleaning up the glass now. He can hear the footsteps of Scar. He can't even remember why he was in the kitchen, what he was doing.

The footsteps are louder, closer.

" Grian? You ok?"

Right, it's just Grian now. No silly pet names, no mocking tones.

Just Grian.

Grian doesn't want it too, but he feels his heart crumble. He feels just another dagger ghosting his skin, another taunt, another cruel joke-

" Grian?" (the cat mew catches me off guard so much)

Scar's voice is more concerned. He's coming around the table now, he'll see Grian, the one that sobs and bleeds because god, oh god, he just can't forget Scar.

" grian, oh god... here, stop touching the broken glass, let's patch you up...

I can clean it.."

Scar led the sobbing mess of Grian to a seat at the table, frowning at the dripping blood from various cuts across his arm. Grian can't hold it in, he can't, he can't...

" Grian, how did this happen.-"

"... I'm still in love with you.."

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WOO CLIFFHANGER

lol\

this guys short so'