#pa!scar

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Scar — A rogue Lightbearer and the organizer of Gambit

Drifter!Scar sketch for @baronetcoins's Destiny AU that they've given me brainrot for

The AU is called Per Audacia and I highly suggest checking out their stories because it's all I've been thinking about for the past week

Accompanying piece to Emissary!Grian

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Last Life and the Dark Age aren't so different

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A Dredgen and an Emissary meet in the Observed Realms

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your feet find purchase in shifting sands

Fandom: Hermitcraft/Life Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Setting: Destiny AU Relationships: Desert Duo (platonic), Grian & Mumbo Info/Genre: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, 5+1 Things Words: 8.8k Chapters: 6 Complete: Yes!

Summary:

The Watchers bear no understanding of human concepts. Not like the Emissary does. They do not know the meaning of things like fear or regret.

The Emissary knows. Or at least, he thinks he does.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Five times Grian doesn't understand humanity and one time he remembers how

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everything dies (but only if you let it)

Fandom: Hermitcraft/Life Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Setting: Destiny AU Info/Genre: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Words: 4.4k

Summary:

The Emissary insists that he is no longer Grian. Scar knows better.

OR

Scar's POV of the aftermath of shifting sands chapters 5 and 6.

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Per Audacia Desert Duo Snippet

Scar doesn’t know how to feel about seeing Grian again. Mainly because he’d never expected to see him again.

Everyone knew those who went in search of the Watchers were doomed to never return. Yet one day there he was, back in Scar’s life in the space of a blink. Proving the rumors wrong.

Or maybe not.

Because Scar knows for a fact that the thing that appeared in front of him isn’t Grian. It may wear his face and use his voice, but it would take more than that to fool Scar.

He sees the way Grian’s pupilless eyes glow an unearthly, unnatural blue. He sees the strange markings on his skin, the way his feet never touch the floor. The way Grian’s lips never move when he talks.

So maybe the rumors are still true. No one who goes looking for the Watchers ever returns.

At least, not the way they were.

That first meeting with Grian — with the Emissary — has given him a lot to think about. Not to mention the Watchers’ little “gift.” They see him as worthy. Why? Because of Gambit? Because he’s the one Lightbearer in a thousand that doesn’t hesitate to use the Darkness, make it part of his game?

Scar is not a trusting person. The Dark Age taught him better than to trust anyone — whether that be other Lightbearer, Ghosts, the Vanguard, you name it.

He doesn’t trust the Watchers. He wouldn’t trust them even if they hadn’t turned his friend into their personal mouthpiece.

He doesn’t trust them, but he can use them.

If the Watchers want him to keep doing what he’s doing, Scar has no problem with that. If anything, he appreciates the fact that someone sees the value of Gambit, even if that “someone” is actually several mysterious beings of unfathomable power. Gambit can save the Guardians, Scar’s sure of it. And that goes beyond Etho using it to track down the Shadows.

So he’ll keep playing the game, but he won’t trust the Watchers.

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Scar is in the Tower minding his business when the air in front of him ripples and suddenly he’s no longer alone.

Grian hovers before him, floating a good couple of feet off of the ground. If Scar wasn’t so put off by his friend having been overtaken by eldritch beings, he would make a joke about height compensation.

As it is, it’s all he can do to meet the Emissary’s eyes without shuddering.

Instead, he forces a grin, digging up his charming con man persona. “Hey! How’s my favorite Emissary of the Watchers?”

Grian’s expression is as blank as ever. As blank as it never used to be before the Watchers got ahold of him. “Favorite implies we possess more than one.”

That’s another thing. Scar doesn’t like the way Grian uses “we,” as though the Watchers are literally speaking through him. He shivers slightly. Maybe they are.

He tilts his head. “Don’t you?”

“The Watchers have many agents.”

Well, that wasn’t much of an answer. Scar doesn’t appreciate crypticness. The whole Emissary situation is confusing enough by itself. Some straightforward answers would be nice.

Still, he can hazard a guess as to who the Emissary might be referring to. “Are you talking about Mr. Tentacle Face? I didn’t know you guys had the same job description.”

“The Dredgen has visions.”

Scar flinches. He hadn’t expected such a severe topic change. He isn’t particularly happy about Grian’s refusal to use his name either, but instead of bringing it up again he just presses his mouth into a line.

“You’re right,” he says flatly, “And I’ve gotta say I don’t appreciate them. So if you’re the one giving them to me, we’re going to have problems.”

The visions had been growing more frequent lately and their imagery was… concerning, to say the least. Disturbing. A lot of Darkness. The possibility of a second Collapse as the Black Fleet descended on Sol. 

He could tell the Vanguard. In fact, that’s the logical thing to do. But he isn’t a Guardian nor is he bound to their ways. The extent of his relationship with the Vanguard is them letting him stay in the Tower and run Gambit.

“The visions are important,” says Grian, “You are shown them not as a punishment, but as a sign of what is to come. They are what lies ahead. The outcome of your actions.”

Scar’s eyes widen. Is Grian implying that he’s responsible for the return of the Darkness? For the destruction that will surely rain upon the system when that happens? No, he can’t allow that. He won’t.

“The future’s not set in stone,” he replies, “I can change the outcome.”

“Do you truly believe that?”

A slight growl is torn from Scar’s throat. What makes it worse is the fact that Grian doesn’t sound condescending. Instead, he sounds merely curious, as though he couldn’t believe that Scar would think something like that.

“Yes!” snaps Scar, “I do! I make my own choices.”

His eyes are locked on Grian’s face. He isn’t sure what he’s hoping for. Sympathy? Agreement? Or maybe just a flicker of emotion — of any emotion — to show that Grian even cares.

But Grian’s expression remains unchanging. “Your beliefs are your own.” 

With that, he vanishes.

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Schism

Fandom: Hermitcraft/Life Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Setting: Destiny AU Info/Genre: Angst, Identity Reveal, Hurt No Comfort, Minor Injuries, Character Study Words: 3.6k

Summary:

Scar dislikes dealing with the Watchers and their enigmatic Emissary. But he puts up with it. Because he remembers when the Emissary was just another Guardian named Grian. And he remembers the day he thought he'd lost him forever.

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a section of a wip for the per audacia au >:)

cannot get enough of Him