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You know what they say about Jupiter. "Jupiter was supposed to be a star." this, "Jupiter was supposed to be a star," that.. but it's not entirely true. Jupiter never had a chance of becoming a star, purely because of the sun. But it tried, clinging desperately onto that one bit of hope that it had, even though the bit of hope was nothing but pure delusion coming from a place that Jupiter made up in its mind - a place where it got to spread its wings, to truly be who they always longed to be.
This whole planet nonsense was often coursing through Scar's mind. It was both fascinating and baffling. He was sitting there, all alone in the sand, the hot desert air feeling his lungs with every sharp breath he took. It was an uncomfortable feeling at first. But he got used to it. The whole rivaly with The Crastle and basically having no friends was really taking a toll on him.. No friends except for Grian. If you could even call him a friend anyway. Yeah, he maybe stayed by his side just due to a deal they made back in the first day, first session, but it still was something.
Grian wasn't exactly always nice to Scar, either. He always made sure to keep him safe and all, but it didn't matter much, Scar knew how to take care of himself! He hoped he did. He didn't want to be so depended on someone who.. didn't even like him that much. He saw right through Grians eyes. He knew he was a burden to him, he knew that if Grian wanted to, he would abandon him. And the thought hurt. And it would hurt even more when Grian would speak to him in the coldest, rudest tone he's ever heard, and that happened a couple times already. The fact that Grian had to look up at Scar was quite humorous, yes, but the weird, eerie purple glint in his eyes when it happened.. God, the mere thought of it made him shredder. He felt goosebumps creeping all over his arms and back, snapping him back to reality.
How did he even start with planets and end with him and Grian? It didn't make sense. But he just figured that that's how the mind works.
With great hesitance, he stood up, almost falling over in the process, due to his legs feeling slightly numb. He didn't really know what to do with his free time, Grian is currently out, for some reason. It left him alone with his thoughts, and that was the worst part of it all for him. It was always plaguing him with things that he didn't want to listen to. Sometimes, his thoughts would flood him, the annoying voices loud but unclear, buzzing around in his brain like annoying flies. It was tiring. Maybe terrifying. But mostly tiring.
He looked over at the sandy terrain and spotted the familiar red colour moving along the pale yellow. His eyes stayed focused on the, now more defined, Grian and his mind wandered back to the planets he thought about earlier. How Jupiter couldn't become a star because the sun was holding it back.
What did Grian's name mean again?