okay so another fic (grisuma)! enjoy (o^^o)
Grian stared into the void, his wings curling tighter around him to block out the cold emptiness of the End. How someone as warm and kind as Xisuma could come from a desolate place like this, he had no idea.
Everyone else was busy, unfortunately, so he was here all on his own. He didnât want to bother the rest of the hermits. The compressing feeling of the void didnât make the situation feel any nicer.
He ventured further nonetheless, determined to get more shulker shells. He wasnât spending his hard-earned diamonds in the shulker shop again, heâd already blown most of them on rockets. He pearled into a portal and flew west.
Only a short time passed before his first city. Soon enough heâd managed to get nearly a stack (which was definitely a a good start). Grian wasnât leaving yet, though; he could easily get more than that. The cities were becoming further and further apart, but he was even getting diamonds from the chests now. Heâd even found a few elytra.
Most of the shulkers were gone from the city he was in, so he headed towards the ship. He flew higher than he neededâ his rockets ran out, and he made a mental note to restock his inventory when he arrived inside. He glided the rest of the way down, landing right on the edge.
Not even a second had passedâ Grian hadnât even gotten a chance to take a step forwards safer ground âwhen a small explosion hit his chest. A shulker trilled in front of him as he was blown backwards with an instinctive scream, floating further up and much further away. Up and down mixed together as the world spun alongside him. The ship grew further and further away, and all Grian could do was watch.
End-busting was a buddy system kind of job, he knew that. Even thinking about it as he drifted further into the pitch-black sky, he knew it was a silly idea to come alone. Too late now.
The levitaion wore off, and he tried to spread his wings.
But he couldnât. He was completely discombobulated, everything looked the same. All he could do was stare as he tried to figure out directions, scared and petrified, as he plummeted downwards. The void seemed to reach out for him, grabbing his legs and wrapping tendrils around his brain, its liveliness unnerving.
And he could do nothing but watch as he neared the darkness, his body limp and not in his control. It was strange, almost calmingâ Grian wasnât one to freeze up in danger, that was more of a Mumbo thing, but he couldnât even scream as he fell.
A shout sounded from somewhere nearby, but Grian didnât quite register it. His wing twitched slightly as he slowly began to regain and simultaneously loose consciousness. The fear and confusion that had frozen him melted, but the drowning exhaustion and fatigue of the void took over. Grianâs pale blue eyes slowly closed as his fingers turned black, the final effects taking place.
And then suddenly he wasnât falling. Iâm dead, he thought at first, but upon closer inspection, he wasnât. Not yet. Someone, by some miracle, had seen him falling and caught him.
A few moments passed, filled with wind whipping his face and the sound of rockets, and he felt solid endstone beneath him.
Grianâs eyes slowly slid open as he regained the strength the void had stolen from him. His savior tipped his head up, pouring a rather sweet but still sour potion down his throat. It tasted like regeneration.
He got a blurry look at the person who saved him. Xisuma?
âWhat... whatâre you doing here?â Grian mumbled, his voice weak and words slurring. He somehow sounded better than he felt. âWhereâs your helmet?â
âShh, donât speak yet.â Xisuma replied, gently brushing Grianâs hair from his eyes. âLet the potion do itâs work.â He shifted Grian in his arms, pulling him a little closer to his chest. Questions swirled in Grianâs head. He couldnât exactly fight Xisuma on it, so for the time being he let the potion encompass him entirely and stayed silent. His breathing steadied.
Maybe two minutes passed. Grian felt alright again, opening his eyes to look at Xisumaâs... uncovered face. He knew what he looked like, heâd seen him
without it before, but he looked different. He looked less tired, for a start, and he seemed to be a little less pale.
âHowâd...â Grian trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows and looking away. Xisuma took a deep breathâ could he do that without his helmet? âbefore he began explaining.
âWell, I was all the way out here for some quiet when I noticed that the endermen were all congregating around a city. When I went over to check it out I saw you, and then I saw you falling and dove down to get you.â He said, acting as though going to the End for some âquietâ was a normal activity that people took part in.
âYou came here of all places?â Grian asked dubiously.
âWell, itâs the place Iâm most comfortable, if Iâm being honest.â Xisuma continued. He didnât seem to even realize that coming to the End was not only dangerous, but that he wasnât acting normal.
Then a tiny voice in the back of Grianâs mind said, What if this is normal for him? Thereâs something strange about him in general.
And there was. He always wore a mask, he had purple eyes, and upon closer inspection, his freckles that smattered his face were the same shade of lavender and deep violet. He was taller than everyone, even Mumbo, his voice had a strange distortion to it, and the very tips of his fingers would turn black when he didnât sleep.
Grian was pretty sure the rest of the hermits werenât aware of the last one; He was the one who mainly visited him late at night to make him take a break and rest.
âItâs a bit of an open secret, but Iâm glad youâre figuring it out.â He said, straightening himself out and running a hand through Grianâs hair as he removed it from his back. âWe should probably go back, i bet youâre anxious to be home.â
âFiguring what out, exactly?â Grian asked skeptically.
âThat Iâm Ender.â Xisuma replied. The last puzzle piece clicked into place in Grianâs head. It made sense! How had he not known that?
Xisuma pulled them both up to their feet, offering Grian the support he most definitely needed. âThereâs a portal nearby, we can walk if youâd prefer it.â
Grian nodded. Somehow, despite most Ender things being dangerous and hostile, he couldnât imagine Xisuma ever hurting him. Sure, he could most definitely imagine Xisuma being dangerous, but not to any of the hermits. Heâd heard stories of an evil clone that Xisuma had somehow banished. That was a different situation.
The pair of them walked to the portal, up the dirt scaffolding that led to it, and pearled inside. Once they were back at the main island, they both sped up their pace to the main portal, eager to leave. Xisuma might have been just keeping up with Grian.
âHold on,â Grain grabbed Xisumaâs arm as he started to pull his helmet up to his face. âI wanted to thank you, for... well, saving me.â
Xisuma smiled, a rare sight since his mouth was covered by the helmet. It was a shame, tooâ he had a pretty smile. Grain leaned forward, pulling Xisuma down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. âIâll see you on the other side.â
Grian smiled at Xisuma, who was partially frozen and blushing lightly, as he stepped backwards through the portal and teleported to his bed. He knew better than to immediately stand up, the vitiligo would immediately knock him down to the floor, so he lay there for just a minute, smiling. He knew Xisuma would probably never mention it again, but it made Grian happy knowing heâd kissed him nonetheless.
Maybe heâd bring Xisuma along next time he went end busting.
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