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Grian had been avoiding him for a few days, and Scar was getting worried now. The avian often disappeared at times, needing space to himself, but something about this disappearance felt… different.
Something in Scar had been aching for him – more then usual at least. Grian was often on his mind, ever since they’d first met all those years ago.
Gosh, they’d been through so much together, fighting wars against each other, while working on bases. The mycelium resistance had barely concluded, but Scar was still thinking about the chase, Grian’s cheeky grin even as he’d been caught in the base.
After their games, Scar hadn’t even minded having to reset the shopping district. He had got to spend so much time with his waffle haired friend in return.
And then the last few weeks, he constantly felt like he was missing something. It was a deep burning ache, fire in his soul, missing him.
What had happened to trigger it, Scar didn’t know, but he felt like there was memories missing in his mind. As a vex, he was more sensitive to magic, and he felt as if his mind had been meddled by some psychic force. He’d been tempted to talk to Cub about it, but he was worried about who would be able to infiltrate hermitcraft without Xisuma knowing.
And to alter his mind so masterfully – it had to be someone incredibly powerful. Scar had a guess, considering Grian’s shiftiness and the very very little he knew about his past, but it didn’t look good anyway. Them being involved would just make things even worse.
Scar decided that he really needed to find Grian.
At first, he decided to go through the nether to the shopping district. Scar checked the HEP headquarters, and all like five mycelium resistance bases, to no avail. There was no sign of his favourite Avian, though he did find several red feathers that he picked up and kept.
What Scar had in his pockets was nobody’s business.
Lastly, Scar tried going to the barge, where Grian was often restocking his very lucrative business. He was not there, though Scar did say hi to Keralis who was buying out more of the gravel.
Deciding that the shopping district wasn’t where Grian was, Scar took off on his elytra and went through the nether, to Grian’s upside-down mansion. It was such an impressive feat of building, but Scar had no time to admire it.
He quickly scouted the empty hallways, the interior still yet to be built. Even so, Scar couldn’t locate Grian, so after a quick fly around where he thankfully didn’t die, he went through the portal.
To land at Grian’s real mansion, which loomed up majestically from the ground. Before looking inside, Scar decided to look for Grian around the outside.
And to his absolute shock, Grian was working on the back of the mansion. He was working hurriedly, nervousness and restlessness clear even from a distance. Scar approached slowly, gliding to the ground.
“Grian?” Scar asked tentatively, and the man turned around. For just a second, his face shone with something strange – almost heartbreak?
“Scar?” His expression shifted into something neutral. He moved forward to get closer to Scar, checking over him and his wheelchair. Scar breathed a sigh of relief that Grian was at least ok, even if his behaviour was strange.
“Are you ok?” Scar probed, watching as Grian flinched slightly. The man smiled uncertainly, and Scar saw straight through his rehearsed response.
“Yep – Finishing the back. Aren’t you proud?” He laughed, though it was definitely forced.
“Grian…” Scar sighed, and Grian sagged. He could tell Scar didn’t believe him then. Scar reached a clumsy hand to lay gently on Grian’s waste. Grian leaned into the touch, though still didn’t look at Scar.
“I’m sorry Scar.” Grian finally whispered and Scar peered up at him curiously, wondering why he was apologising. For worrying Scar? That didn’t need an apology, Scar just wanted to make sure he was okay after the strange past few weeks.
Before Scar could audibly ask why Grian was apologising, his avian leaned down and kissed him.
Grian was finally, finally kissing him.
Scar couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not, after all the wishes he’d had to finally be doing this. But Scar refused to let go anyway, even just to pinch himself.
It was only when Grian broke away nervously that Scar processed that everything that had just happened was real.
Scar broke down for a second, his mind spiralling. He’d never had a relationship end well -love had never done him any favours. Even his own family didn’t care about him, leaving him for the streets young enough that he barely remembered them.
Was it worth the cost of having his heart crushed again? Could Scar go through it again?
Scar saw tears beginning to form in Grian’s eyes and his heart tugged.
Yes – he would, for Grian.