cursed with scarian thoughts that i dont know how 2 put into words. i am so fucking mad
listen. LISTEN. the two of them running from ren and martyn, spirits high and adrenaline pumping. something something grian grabs scar’s hand and tugs him into a cramped alcove, and they both end up face to face, backs pressed against the sides of the underside of the small cliff they were hiding in. the two of them panting, and struggling not to laugh, frantically shushing each other as they hear voices above them. they’re both so quiet, they can nearly hear each other’s racing heartbeats. as the footsteps above them slowly grow further and further away, scar grabs grian with both arms, and spins the two of them around; it’s…oddly intimate . LOOK . LOOKKKK. THERE’S. YOU COULD DO SOMETHING WITH THE TWO OF THEM. COME ON. someone else make this post for me
*ahem* dont usually write this kind of think but, akdjks u gave me brain rot, hope this helps ♡
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