Playdate
Grian meets Sarandiel.
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"Well." Says Grian. "This is awkward."
"Tell me about it," says the angel who is currently holding both of Grian's birdy feet in one huge hand, thus leaving the small Avian dangling upside down at arms length, his wings brushing the beacon the angel had been sound asleep on just moments before.
"So Hiii," the Avian says, voice muffled by his jumper which has ridden up and over his head. "I'm Grian."
"Hello, Grian," the angel says. "I'm Sarandiel. If I let you go what happens?"
"I fall on my face."
"Okay. That's bad. I'm gonna, uh-" and then Grian feels himself being swung, up into the air and then back down to be cradled in the angel's massive arms.
"Let me just put you down, buddy," Sarandiel says and Grian is deposited, gently as you please, on the second level of the beacon. "You, um, you always swoop down on people like that?"
"I am realizing that was a bit rubbish, yes," Grian agrees as he straightens his jumper. He looks up at the angel, pulse not quite settled. He'd been in a full dive! It was supposed to be simple, land on the new guy's back, startle him a bit, have a laugh. He does the same thing with Mumbo and Scar all the time, and Impulse when he's got the space.
Only then the angel sleeping on the beacon (and that CANNOT be comfortable dear lord) had stood up and grabbed him, right out of the air in one fluid motion that left them both blinking in bewilderment.
Damn, Bdubs hadn't been kidding. He is really handsome.
Also huge but honestly when Bdubs says that you could be talking about anyone of an average height, so.
"Alright, wrong approach, clearly. Let me try this like a normal person." Grian offers his hand for a shake. "I'm Grian! Welcome to Hermitcraft."
Sarandiel takes his hand and shakes it firmly. "Um. Under the circumstances, happy to be here. I didn't think I was meeting anyone else until tonight?"
"Oh you aren't. I'm just impatient and a menace."
Sarandiel bursts into laughter and Grian's feathers fluff at the sound, warm and rough and genuine.
"Well, I appreciate you telling me up front."
"You grabbed me so fast," Grian says. "Is that, like. Normal?"
"For regular avians, no." Sarandiel says. "....for Watchers, yes."
Grian chokes on his next inhale.
"You- you can tell-?"
"I don't think I've ever met one so young." Sarandiel says. "Anyone send you?"
"Ah- no! no, I'm here legitimately. No Watcher business whatsoever. They, uh. They aren't too happy with me, honestly. First assignment was a bit of a wash."
"Do you approach everything like what you just tried with me?" Sarandiel asks.
"Ahhhh. Hm."
"So what I'm sensing is that maybe it was more than a bit of a wash."
"Excuse you we are not here to talk about my career failures!" Grian says with a little chirp, which he won't admit to in a thousand years.
Sarandiel laughs and this time there is no mirth in it. "I don't have career failures. That's the problem. Grian, you said?"
"Yes. I'm Grian."
"...you were just trying to play." Sarandiel sounds sad. "I'm sorry. I'm not a very good playmate."
"Well not with that attitude you aren't," Grian says, "but I'm betting we can do something about that."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes but it will have to be FAST because I'm not supposed to be here and I can see Impulse coming out of the base."
"He comes to wake me this time of the morning, before he starts work on the city."
"Oh damn it. Well, pleasure to meet you, promise I'm not Watching, we'll work on your play skills later must dash!"
"GRIAN!" comes a yell from across the walled city.
"Right bbbyyeeee!" Grian takes off in a flurry of dust and laughter, leaivng behind a feather or two in his haste to escape Impulse, who comes up beside Sarandiel growling.
"That guy I swear. Did he bother you?"
"No," Sarandiel says with a small smile. "Not at all. He seems like fun."
"Oh he is. That's half the problem. Right, let's get breakfast and then you can help me with the Dippledrop chute."
"Sounds good," Sarandiel says, and follows Impulse back into PixelPulse Valley.
