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“I never wanted you anyway, I always knew my place and knew my lane,” Scar said, stopping Grian in his tracks, “But you had to go and seduce and play your game, but I’m off that train.”
Grian couldn’t let himself physically leave Scar with the last word, so he turned back around, “Wait a minute, you’re not off the hook. Who’s the victim when you shoot me looks?”
The avian looked Scar up and down, laughing at his shocked face
He almost felt pity for the man who thought he wouldn’t argue back, “I’d never go for a Vex who would’ve spent this game in the grave.”
“If I loved you, you would know it.” Scar stepped forward, getting into Grian’s space, but the bird didn’t flinch.
“If I loved you, I would show it.” Grian rolled his eyes, crossing his arms to put something between him and Scar.
“If I loved you like you should be loved-” Scar started before he was cut off.
“Loved you like I’m capable of-” Grian said, smiling cruelly.
“If you were the one I’m thinking of-” Scar also cut in.
Grian was taking a great amount of pleasure watching Scar’s frustration grow as he interrupted him, this time physically as he put his hand over the taller man’s mouth, “Oh babe, I’d let you know.”
Grian ran off to dash up the stairs so he could evade Scar, but the man followed him, only a small way behind.
“I mean, only one of us is winning anyway, how’s this supposed to work when we’re out of the game?” Scar asked, laughing to himself, “I guess we’d better save the date, if you’re such a queen, the rest of the world will meet your needs.”
Grian laughed beside himself when Scar bowed dramatically at the assertion that Grian was a queen, but he composed himself in time to rebut the man, “You bet they can, oh babe, you bet they can. Don’t want a lover boy, I need a lover man.”
Grian turned around, catching Scar off guard as he was hit with a face full of feathers. Grian laughed again in surprised, turning around again to see Scar’s perturbed face.
“Oh, and I’m a sapiosexual, you sure ain’t intellectual, this is a lover to be cut off when I can,” Grian mocked, “If I loved you, you would know it.”
“If I loved you, I would show it.” Scar added in, eager not to be left out of the conversation, “If I loved you like you should be loved.”
Scar stopped, already waiting for Grian’s interruption, but letting it happen this time, “Loved you like I’m capable of.”
"If you were the one I’m thinking of,” Scar started, putting a finger to Grian’s lips when he went to talk, “Oh babe, I’d let you know.”
Grian, a little more than annoyed at the gesture, tried to continue as though nothing had happened, “It’s only now that I can see what you’re hiding, you’re using me just to move up! Wake me up when you turn back to green, it looks like you’ve got to man up.”
“Show me how I’m the user when you’re using your power, to slyly get all that you want,” Scar argued back, recalling the times where Grian would use him as an excuse to target other players, “Wake me up when the angry bird is more than mean.”
“If I-” Scar cut Grian off again, ready this time.
“If I!” Scar cackled at Grian’s annoyed expression, “If I loved you, you would know it.”
“If I loved you, I would show it.” Grian insisted, “If I loved you like you should be loved.”
“Loved you like I am capable of.” Scar said.
“If you were the one I’m thinking of,” Grian said, “Oh babe, I’d let you know.”
“Oh babe, I’d let you know.” Scar repeated.
“Oh babe, I’d let you know.” Grian reiterated, annoyed at being copied.
“I think you’d better go.” The pair said together, both pointing towards the staircase. When both of them went to descend the stairs, they bumped into eachother causing them to yell out in sync, “You first!”
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“I would call this luck, but that’s just my perspective,” Scar said, pushing Grian’s blade away from his throat, “One of us is in love, it doesn’t take a detective…”
“Scar, I can’t just kill you – I won’t!” Grian insisted.
“Let me be good this time, let me take the bullet,” Scar continued, “Is it really a crime, if you get to live your life to the fullest?”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Grian asked as Scar took his hand and stood up. He was leading him somewhere before Grian could really put up much of a fight.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Scar asked playfully. It didn’t take long before they arrived back home, and Scar led him up their mountain.
“What if you’re wrong?” Grian asked again, wanting to pull away, but unwilling to let go of Scar’s hand.
“What if I am wrong?” Scar mirrored again, saying it like he was trying to get a laugh out of Grian.
“What if I should go?” Grian tugged on Scar’s hand, getting him to turn around at the suggestion. From the look on his face, Scar didn’t think it was negotiable.
“You get to live on.” Scar shrugged, as though the answer was simple.
“And if I really, really did love you,” Grian hung his head, “You’d have to say-”
“I know.” Scar said, lifting Grian’s chin up to look at him.
Grian laughed humourlessly as he caught eyes with the man in front of him, “You’re not as cool as you think you are.”
Scar leaned in closer smiling at Grian’s attempt to lighten the situation, “But you’re as smart as I know you are.”
“If I loved you, you would know it.” Grian reached up to cup Scar’s face in his hands.
“If I loved you, I couldn’t show it.” Scar admitted, “If I loved you liked you should be loved, loved you more than the stars above, loved you like I… could of…”
Grian felt a teardrop hit his hand before he saw it leave Scar’s eyes, and for a small moment he was convinced it was his own.
“I’d have to let you go.” Scar whispered, pulling back from Grian slowly, only letting go of his hands when they could no longer physically reach between them.
“I’d have to let you go.” Grian repeated, slightly stunned by the situation.
Scar’s death was quicker than Grian expected it to be, maybe because Scar was tired, or because he wasn’t fighting back. Maybe it was a mixture of both. But he was dead, and that’s all that mattered.
Grian looked over the horizon to see the sun still blazing in the sky where it always was. Nothing had changed, there had been no indication that anyone had won. It really didn’t matter, Grian supposed. He was meant to be the one celebrating. But he couldn’t.
He took one final look over his shoulder before he stilled himself for what he was about to do.
“I never wanted you… anyway.”
And then Grian jumped.