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“Flowers look good on you, my love.” Scott said to Jimmy as he set a flower crown on his head. They had just been sitting in the field next to their base after a battle, and Scott had used that time to weave the crown out of poppies he found in the grasses around them. It was nice to take the stress of the game— as they chose to call it— off them for a moment. The taller grass rubbed up against their arms as they chatted. Peace was a nice but rare thing here.
“Wow, ‘my love’ that’s fancy” Jimmy replied, adjusting the red flowers in his blonde hair with one hand.
“That’s what you are though, isn’t it?” Scott smiled, “And only the best for you, my majesty.” He did a fake bow as best he could while sitting. He didn’t really see Jimmy as a powerful leader, especially not here where he was actually quite pathetic, but he was obviously mocking the avian.
Jimmy gave him a little shove, though they were sitting just far enough that he had to extend his upper arm to do it. “Don’t call me that.” He lowered his voice slightly. It wasn’t quiet enough to sound like he was truly upset, just a little put off by it, “I’ve decided to use this as a break from all of that.” He sighed, “It sounds wrong coming from you.” Jimmy at Scott for, in the eyes, for the first time this conversation. He looked at least kind of serious.
Scott leaned in. He put one of his hands on Jimmy’s still partly outstretched arm and pushed it down. “Whyyy not. I’ve called you that sooo many times before and you never had a problem with it.” Scott knew the answer, truthfully. He just wanted to hear it out of Jimmy’s mouth. He wanted to hear that they were more than just acquaintances. Maybe more than just friends. That may be wishful thinking, but, hey, he could have goals.
“We’re not in the Empires. I’m not in charge of anything here. And you're not just a name to me here. You’re a lot more than just ‘Scott of Rivendell’ here.” He paused and took a slow, deep breath before continuing, “You mean so much to me and I kind of want to be more than just a… formality.” His voice kind of trailed off and he looked away. Scott was trying to decide whether Jimmy was blushing or not. Because if not he wanted to push a bit more. Let's be real, he wanted to push regardless.
He moved his hand up to Jimmy’s cheek. He saw him panic but it was kind of funny to Scott. If the avian wasn’t blushing before, he definitely was now.
“Well what do you want to be then?” He watched as Jimmy just stared at him. That little dumbfounded expression that he had on his face was priceless. They just sat there like that for a moment more, “Well?”
— 💚—
The sun was slightly lower in the sky than it had been earlier in the field. So low, in fact, that it would probably start casting the orangey glow of a sunset on the sand of the desert soon.
“Dogwarts is on our backs now because Scar,” Grian gestured towards Scar, who was standing behind him not paying attention whatsoever, “took one of their banners.” He sighed, “It’s so… stupid. If someone is going to die for this, I’m not sure what we’re going to do.”
Scott wasn’t quite convinced that death actually affected them here. Well, to some extent it obviously did because of the state that Jimmy and Scar had been left in after dying… 2… times. They were a lot more bloodthirsty than before. Scott hadn’t died yet, he preferred to not go through that, so he wasn’t confident in what actually happened when they died, but from what Jimmy had told him, it was weird. So he wasn’t surprised if it did somehow mess with them somehow, especially when they have died more than once. But he still didn’t think that death was actually death here. They could basically say they were all immortal here. Death, well not pleasant, wasn’t permanent.
“Well a bit ago Jimmy burnt one of their banners.” Scott started, “they didn’t wage war for that, so it’s just the principle of it I guess.”
“Why did he burn it?”
“He was scared that they were going to hurt me… or us? He thought they were going to put me on the altar like Martyn did to Ren.”
“Well I think both of them up there have completely lost it, so I wouldn’t doubt it honestly.”
“Well so has my husband, actually.” Scott added on, trying to turn to conversation towards the topic of death itself.
“What?” He heard Jimmy ask from somewhere behind him.
“Yeah you’ve kind of lost it recently if you couldn’t tell.”
“Wait, no, the other thing.”
“Grian how has Scar dealt with death because-"
“Wait Scott.” Jimmy cut him off, persistent to hang on his words. Husband. Well compared to what they were in Empires, that’s what they were. Maybe Jimmy would be upset with this term too. Maybe he would tell Scott that that isn’t what he wanted…
“Well, Grian, if anything else happens let us know, we should be on our way now.”
“Okay, but I think that might be the straw that causes the war, so be careful.”
They started away, but he felt Jimmy stop. Scott looked at him, closely, for the first time since they started to talk to Grian. He was definitely blushing. The color was softly flushed on his cheeks. It was… cute. He looked kind of flustered in general if he was being honest. Oh what Scott would do to just kiss him right—
“Scott I—“ Jimmy started. He looked down before continuing to walk. Scott was going to say something to his teammate, but Jimmy was walking faster, away, now. They could hopefully talk when they got back.
He didn’t think the avian would have gotten so flustered over being called his husband. Void, Scott has called him love before and he didn’t get this flustered. Jimmy was so confusing, but at least he had a, maybe, positive reaction to being flirted with.
He made his way back slow, to give the avian more time alone.
When he entered the valley of their base, Scott walked towards Jimmy’s house. He paused at the door, before opening it and finding his way to his teammates room. Maybe this was it.
“Hiiii” He said as he entered. Jimmy sat on his bed, his legs folded to his chest, and one arm wrapped around that. “Can I come in?” He asked, though he had already shifted his weight, ready to properly step into the room.
“Yeah”
Scott came in and sat on the bed next to Jimmy. “I know you liiike it.”
Jimmy didn’t reply for a moment, but then he took a deep breath.
“Scott I-“ he paused like before, before he continued, “Scott I- I think I like you. Like, like, like you. I don’t know if you do too or- um.”
Scott was going to start there, but Jimmy continued.
“The stuff that happened in the field made me really think about it and- I- you called me your husband to Grian and it made me think about what I want with you. Void, I want to be so much more than your friend.”
Scott wasn’t sure what to say. It was everything he wanted this whole game. All of his goals of winning the war, or making it home had been totally eclipsed by this. Hopefully it would work out if they made it back to Empires, but at that moment it didn’t matter.
Scott kissed him.
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Scott wasn’t sure what to feel. He wasn’t sure what to feel back when he still held Jimmy’s body back in the desert. His lifeless cold body. Nothing was real to Scott until that moment. Death, conflict, war everything became so much more without Jimmy. Without his husband.
His husband. It was never official, and now there was never a chance for that. Jimmy was gone.
Scott had hurried him earlier this morning. Dirt still clung uncontrollably under his nails from the work, cramming into even the smallest spaces, making it feel more like gravel than the soft dirt that Jimmy was buried in.
He was actually holding on to tears for the first time the whole game, as well as one last gift for his husband.
Scott placed the woven red flowers in front of the stone and his voice broke as he spoke, “Flowers look good on you, my love.”