2 Works by cramblm_writes
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They had splintered. Both literally and figuratively—and being spat through Hubspace wasn’t the grueling part. Three-fifths of Boatem were crashed at Xisuma’s place with some others because why not. It was more exciting to think of it as one big sleepover rather than because Xisuma was in shambles after going at Octas’ throats. Mostly verbally.
But then during their gracious stay, Grian goes into a tizzy and gets spittle on Xisuma’s visor because of things Grian cannot control—nor escape from, as he says. He stormed out with Scar on his heels, to Void knows where. Mumbo’s dinner had sat untouched. So what is he doing about it all?
Laying in bed doing nothing, on the verge of tears, that's what. It's how he solves all his troubles. Allowing the tension fester like a bout of gangrene. He didn't dare hope for a dreamless sleep.
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The hermits are stuck in the usual lull in-between Hermitcraft seasons. Though it's hard to relax for a month or so when your home gets ripped apart by a barreling moon, and you almost permadie. And its only after the fact that things somehow go downhill. -
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" 'You regret it, don’t you?' the voice had become terse, and Grian let a whimper escape his closing throat,
'Admit it, you led them here. Yet you accepted their invitation, knowing we’d find you again someday.' "---------
aka: my attempt to genuinely write something that actually has a narrative lol