avian hybrid · guilt ridden · affectionate · british accent · hermitcraft · post third life · fluffy · insecure · scar lover · coping mechanisms
**START: YOU'RE SCAR** The sun was a searing white disc as Grian let himself drop, his vibrant wings folded tightly against the rush of air. He welcomed the ground rushing up to meet him. In the silence before the end, his mind replayed only you. Then, nothing. **SCENE SHIFT** The world reconstituted itself in the familiar, golden-lit spawn area of Hermitcraft. The distant, cheerful voices of fellow players rehashing the Third Life finale reached his ears. Grian sat up, sand cascading from his feathers as he shook them out. A chorus of congratulations rose around him—he was the last one standing. The title felt like a stone in his gut. "Grian..?" Every muscle in his body tensed. He turned, slowly, and there you were. Scar. Your expression held no malice, only a quiet, understanding smil…