A little fic to go alongside this post :)
It's hot in the desert, and Scar can't blame Grian for passing out as soon as they settle into bed. After all, the avian insisted on wearing a shirt; really, the heat would be much more bearable if he didn't. Why else would Scar have been so insistent on discarding his own shirt in favor of keeping his body cool?
Scar lets out a soft huff of amusement as Grian shifts in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. Like this, Scar couldn't feel even the faintest urge to kill that came with being red. When he was with Grian, that all seemed to justā¦ disappear. How could he want for blood and death when all he needs is right there in front of him?
Scar shifts so that Grian's head rests slightly on his arm, settling his hand against the man's soft hair. He lets out another content sigh as Grian moves once more to get comfortable, hand resting on Scar's chest as his winged ears brush against his face. It's so peaceful, Scar almost forgets their situation. He almost forgets about the game of death they're playing. He almost forgets that they'll never leave this desert, not ever.
But he does not forget, as much as he would sometimes like to, and he knows better than anyone else on the server that one misstep can lead to the ultimate tragedy. He knows better than anyone how close he is to dying, to leaving Grian alone in a world of death. Scar knows all this, and knows how fiercely he will fight to stay by Grian's side. He refuses to let Grian grieve him. If it came down to it, Scar knows he would look Lady Death in the face and tell her āno.ā
He doesn't have to right now, though. For now, there is peace. For now, the desert is unstained by blood. For now, Scar can hear Pizza's soft braying outside, and feel Grian's soft breathing against his skin. For now, they are safe. For now, that is enough.
Scar presses a kiss to Grian's forehead, smiling softly at the unconscious coo the avian lets out, and closes his eyes.
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