ello ello @poisonheartfrog i was your secret valentine ! i actually stepped a bit far from the comfort zone and wrote you a small 3rd life scar piece for you @mcytblr-valentine-grams !
Scar currently sits on a blanket, on some of the many stacks of sand the humble empire belongs to. His back is resting against the side of Pizza who also rests behind him, as he, Scar, scratches line after line into his book.
Usually, he could come up with the words, silly and eccentric and twisting and if he dared considered, poetic.
So, with these blessed talents,, there he was with his second favorite in command, trying to write nice notes to those with his friend passes. Scar tried to consider that it was because he only truly spent time with Grian, that it was hard to really personalize his words for his other allies. Everyone else was so far away behind the wall of cactus after all.
It had been a few hours into the day yet he only had one drafted for Joel and that was it. He did also have a few more hours until his companion-beyond-contract would be back home. And not wanting to be caught in his act, he desperately set up a new draft, page clear except for a small doodle of Etho's cat in the right hand corner.
"Dear Grian (my friend!),
how is your day today? no i would have asked that to him already"
He turned to a new page, this one truly new. Except for the wavy corner from some spilled water now dried.
When you are reading this, which you are now by the way, know that im I am so very happy you stayed here when you didn't have to.
I know you don't like it here
I know other company is far but don't consider that a bias when I say yours is my favorite. Yes, even more than Pizza or Bubbles, or even that cat I almost got to bring home to us.
To be honest when I don't plan ahead for it I feel lost when you leave
I hope when you are out with our allies you can boast about how helpful I am! It is hard work protecting our empire while on my own. Not that I ever am, of course Pizza is here always (except for when he wasn't) with me too."
Maybe that was a good enough start, Grian should be almost home. Better put his book somewhere safe to continue tomorrow before Valentine's so he doesn't forget about it.
He would forget about it between his other chores of the day, it was his turn to go out talking to people and looking for more resources to bring home and to tend to their small farm, which left Grian as the one to try out experimental traps and "spruce up" their not spruce made build (this meant the least favorite past time of them both, the chest sorting). Which led him to a book, it was an overloved and poorly hand bound leather notebook in a chest it didn't belong in without any knowledge of what it was for other than it was his partner's. It was slightly bulging, too many pages crumpled with stickers and new separate pages added and even the occasional trinket Scar had accepted as flat enough to be taped or glued in.
Grian could sneak a peek. After all, it's just a button waiting for a press, no harm.
And no harm indeed, but just Grian speaking aloud into their storage room with a fond smile, and the opening of a chest to put it right back, safe in its forgotten spot with a new entry. On a fresh, clean and new page now soiled with writing of a new hand.
I'm proud of you for staying alive this far.
