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Scar knows as soon as he opens his eyes, it's going to be a long day. The sun has only just risen and the heat is already pouring into his and Grian's shared bedroom, efficiently warming it to an uncomfortable temperature. He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning. Turning onto his side, Scar peeks them open again. He's met with the sight of Grian, peacefully asleep in his odd nest of blankets and trinkets- Oh, that's where that shirt went!
Quite a few of the covers have been discarded to the floor, something that happens often as the cold desert air begins to heat up. Scar stares awhile longer, unashamed. Grian was so free of worry when asleep, gentle and lax. Scar's favorite part though, is when the man's wings would slip out from under the sheets, and Grian isn't awake to make a conscious effort to keep them tucked away or hidden.
He can almost bring himself back to sleep just by watching the avian, but luck is not on Scar's side. A loud knock rings through the house, "Grian, Scar!" Its Jimmy, because of course it is.
A wave of discontentment flows through him as he watches Grian stir. With another bang at their front door, Scar stands, "I got it. Stay in bed, G." He gets a sleepy hum in return. When he reaches the door, he swings it open with a smile, "Hello, Jimmy! What brings you here to Monopoly Mountain?"
This triggers a twenty minute long rant from very sweaty Jimmy, yapping about how Scott is mad at him for something. In the end, he concludes with, "So, yeah. That's why I was wondering if I could borrow Mr.Bubbles for a bit. I promise I'll return him!" Honestly, Scar heard about maybe 5% of that, so he just nods and makes Jimmy promise to be careful. Those two husbands always have something going on.
Scar envies them almost. Their life seems a bit calmer than his and Grian's. I wish I could call Grian 'Husband'. "Woah, that's enough of those thoughts!" Scar says it to himself, not thinking Jimmy was still within earshot.
"What?"
"What...? Oh, did I say that out loud? Oops!" Scar offers a brief smile before slamming the door shut with a sigh. It's too early for this.
Grian stumbles out of their bedroom now, eyes still filled with the remnants of sleep and a ‘bird’s nest’ in his hair. Hah, get it?
”What did Tim want?” The avian mumbles, rubbing at his face.
Scar resists the urge to pat him on the head, “Nothing much, just to borrow Mr. Bubbles for some elaborate plan to apologize to Scott. I thought I told you to stay in bed.”
“What are you, my mom?” Grian huffs a laugh, “I got hungry. Its too hot to sleep anyway.”
”True, true. What do you want for breakfast?”
Grian hums thoughtfully for a moment, “Fish.”
“…Fish?” Scar parrots back.
Grian only hums again, stretching his arms and wings above his head before turning to go find his fishing rod.
Honestly, Scar is glad he doesn’t have any extra appendages. The weight and the heat of it seems miserable in his opinion, but Grian shuffles about only slightly bothered.
There’s a little smile on his face as he goes about his business. Suspicious…
By the time they make it down to the little pond below their mountain, it’s sweltering hot out. The sun practically beats down on them. Scar knows they’ll take a good nap later.
“Are you sure we need to have fish for breakfast? This heat is unbearable, G.” They walk along a small dock, reaching the end in no time at all.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
Before Scar can even begin to question what Grian means by that, he’s pushed off the dock and into the pond below. He surfaces only moments later, “You- Grian!”
The pesky bird is doubled over, clutching his fishing rod with how hard he’s laughing, “You fell in so dramatically! And- and the yelp you let out!”
Despite the teasing, Scar finds himself laughing along. Grian’s crouched near the edge of the deck, and suddenly, Scar has an idea. Within seconds, he’s grabbed Grian by the wrist and successfully pulled him into the water as well.
There’s a short silence as Grian realizes what’s just happened, before he starts yelling, “Scar! I can’t believe you just did that!”
“It was just too tempting, I couldn’t help it!” Scar says between laughs, only to get water flung at his face, “Oh, no you didn’t…”
Grian lifts his chin with false arrogance, “Oh, yes I did.” He proceeds to use his wing to create an even bigger splash directly at Scar.
“Foul play!” Scar yells as he swims backwards, effectively avoiding (most) of the water.
It’s a relief that Grian didn’t actually want to fish right that moment, or do much work today. The heat is still horrid, but they hardly register it between their water fight.
Eventually, the two of them tire out and pull themselves up to the shore. Their clothes are sopping wet, leaving them heavy as they trudge out the water. Grian pauses for a moment, struggling with his wings.
“Need help?” Scar asks, very casually as to not scare the avian off. Scar is sure avian’s hold their wings dear to them, and so he’s never actually touched the things.
“Please.”
With that, Scar retreats a bit behind Grian and gently, oh so gently, lifts the end of one of the wings up and- “Holy moly! These things are heavy!”
“Imagine how I feel.” With the avian’s peeved facial expression, Scar can’t help but compare him to a wet cat.
Scar quickly readjusts his grip on the wing, asking multiple times (to Grian’s annoyance) if it was alright. He picks the other up as well, struggling a bit as the water pulls them downwards. They walk together out of the water, both wearing their own little smiles.
Later, around lunchtime, they sit on the deck while their clothes dry. Grian munches away on an apple, waiting for his fishing rod to move. It’s still hot, but their core temperatures have been cooled.
Plus, Grian is making a makeshift umbrella with his wings so they’ve got some shade. Scar tries not to stare too much.
Without really thinking about it, Grian plops his head on Scar’s shoulder, “I wish it was always this peaceful.”
“No you don’t.”
“…You’re probably right.” Grian gives a little laugh, “But I’m glad today was.”
Scar returns him a smile and rests his own head atop Grian’s, “Me too.”