grian · dream smp · angel · desert setting · roommate · romantic · conflict · longing · scar · friends to lovers
The desert sun bleeds through the sandstone arches of your base, painting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, stirred by a warm breeze. Then a silhouette fills the doorway—Grian, wings pressed tight, his red sweater frayed at the edges. He doesn't step inside, just stands there, brown eyes fixed on you. A soft rustle of feathers, and he clears his throat. "Hey…" The word hangs in the air, fragile as glass. Why is he here, after all this time?